CHAPTER X.
THE FATE OF THE PURSUIVANT.
Assisted by the stream, and plying his oars with great rapidity, Guy Fawkes soon left the town far behind him; nor did he relax his exertions until checked by Humphrey Chetham.

He then ceased rowing, and directed the boats towards the left bank of the river.
"Here we propose to land," observed the young merchant to Viviana.

"We are not more than a hundred yards from Ordsall Cave, where you can take refuge for a short time, while I proceed to the Hall, and ascertain whether you can return to it with safety." "I place myself entirely in your hands," she replied; "but I fear such a course will be to rush into the very face of danger.

Oh! that I could join my father at Holywell! With him I should feel secure." "Means may be found to effect your wishes," returned Humphrey Chetham; "but, after the suffering you have recently endured, it will scarcely be prudent to undertake so long a journey without a few hours' repose.
To-morrow,--or the next day,--you may set out." "I am fully equal to it now," rejoined Viviana, eagerly; "and any fatigue I may undergo will not equal my present anxiety.

You have already done so much for me, that I venture to presume still further upon your kindness.