The search was now prolonged in other directions; but, becoming convinced that it was useless, and that the place of concealment was too cunningly devised to admit of discovery, the captain ordered the furniture to be piled together, and setting light to it and the arras in several places, withdrew his men from the house, saying that if a rat would not come out of his hole, he must be smoked in it.
The prince and Harry from their place of concealment had heard the sound of blows against the doors below.
"They have found the way we have gone," the prince said, "but I think not that their scent is keen enough to trace us up here.

If they do so, we will sell our lives dearly, for I will not be taken prisoner, and sooner or later our troop will hear of the Roundheads' attack, and will come to our rescue." They heard the fall of the iron door, and the exclamations and cries with which the Roundheads broke into the room below.

Then faintly they heard the sound of voices, and muffled knocks, as they tried the walls.
Then all was silent again.
"The hounds are thrown off the scent," the prince said.

"It will need a clever huntsman to put them on it.

What will they do next, I wonder ?" Some time passed, and then Harry exclaimed: "I perceive a smell of something burning, your royal highness." "Peste! methinks I do also," the prince said.