"Ay, sir, he was," answered the archer; "but even as we entered by the

yard gate he rode forth by the garden."

Alone?" cried Dick.

He may 'a' had a score of lances with him," said the man.

Lances! No women, then?" asked Shelton.

Troth, I saw not," said the archer. "But there were none in the house,

if that be your quest."

"I thank you," said Dick. "Here is a piece for your pains." But groping

in his wallet, Dick found nothing. "Inquire for me to-morrow," he

added--"Richard Shelt--Sir Richard Shelton," he corrected, "and I will

see you handsomely rewarded."

And then an idea struck Dick. He hastily descended to the courtyard, ran

with all his might across the garden, and came to the great door of the

church. It stood wide open; within, every corner of the pavement was

crowded with fugitive burghers, surrounded by their families and laden

with the most precious of their possessions, while, at the high altar,

priests in full canonicals were imploring the mercy of God. Even as Dick

entered, the loud chorus began to thunder in the vaulted roofs.

He hurried through the groups of refugees, and came to the door of the

stair that led into the steeple. And here a tall churchman stepped

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