"Well, I must away," and he turned to the door again.
As he stretched out his hand to the key, it opened, and through it came Castell, as sound as ever he had been.
"Welcome, Peter!" he cried in a jolly voice.

"I knew you were here, for I saw the horses; but why are you not with Margaret ?" "Because Margaret has gone to be with you, who should be hurt almost to death, or so says this letter." "To be with me--hurt to the death! Give it me--nay, read it, I cannot see." So Peter read.
"I scent a plot," said Castell in a strained voice as he finished, "and I think that hound of a Spaniard is at the bottom of it, or Betty, or both.

Here, you fellow, tell us what you know, and be swift if you would keep a sound skin." "That would I, why not ?" answered the man, and told all the tale of the coming of the sailor.
"Go, bid the men bring back the horses, all of them," said Castell almost before he had done; "and, Peter, look not so dazed, but come, drink a cup of wine.

We shall need it, both of us, before this night is over.

What! is there never a fellow of all my servants in the house ?" So he shouted till his folk, who had returned with him from the ship, came running from the kitchen.
He bade them bring food and liquor, and while they gulped down the wine, for they could not eat, Castell told how their Mistress Margaret had been tricked away, and must be followed.