I'll have no Marleigh plague my old age for me." He paused a moment, then continued in a quieter voice, but one whose ring was sinister beyond words: "Tomorrow I shall find a way to draw this your dog of war to some secluded ground.

I have some skill," he pursued, tapping his hilt as he spoke, "besides, you shall be there, Gregory." And he smiled darkly.

"Is there no other way ?" asked Gregory, in distress.
"There was," answered Joseph.

"There was in Parliament.

At Whitehall I met a man--one Colonel Pride--a bloodthirsty old Puritan soldier, who would give his right hand to see this Galliard hanged.