I can hardly blame him for seeking to be quits with me." "The lad," returned Hogan, "must be himself a dupe.

He can have had no suspicion of the message he carried.

Let me read it to you; it will make all clear." Hogan drew a taper nearer, and spreading the paper upon the table, he smoothed it out, and read: HONOURED SIR, The bearer of the present should, if he rides well, outstrip another messenger I have dispatched to you upon a fool's errand, with a letter addressed to one Mr.Lane at the sign of the Anchor.

The bearer of that is none other than the notorious malignant, Sir Crispin Galliard, by whose hand your son was slain under your very eyes at Worcester, whose capture I know that you warmly desire and with whom I doubt not you will know how to deal.

To us he has been a source of no little molestation; his liberty, in fact, is a perpetual menace to our lives.