Her part was played, only one thing remained for her to do--keep silence and his secret.
Men bearing lights were rushing into the tower.

Her right hand, which held the iron, was free, and lest it should tell a tale she cast the instrument from her towards that side of the deserted place which she knew was buried deep in fallen stones, fragments of rotted timber and dirt from the nests of birds.

Then she stood still.

Now they were upon her, Caleb at the head of them.
"What is it ?" he cried.
"I know not," answered the guard.

"I heard a sound as of clanking armour and ran in, when some one struck the lantern from my hand, a strong rascal with whom I have struggled sorely, notwithstanding the blows that he rained upon me with his sword.