"She has now no protector." "Rest easy on that score," rejoined Catesby.

"She shall never want one while I live." The wounded man fixed his eyes, now blazing with red and unnatural light, inquiringly upon him, but he said nothing.
"I know what you mean," continued Catesby; "you think I shall wed her, and you are in the right.

I shall.

The marriage is essential to our enterprise; and the only obstacle to it is removed." Fawkes attempted to reply, but his parched tongue refused its office.
Catesby arose, and carefully raising his head, held a cup of water to his lips.

The sufferer eagerly drained it, and would have asked for more; but seeing that the request would be refused, he left it unuttered.
"Have you examined my wound ?" he said, after a pause.
Catesby answered in the affirmative.
"And do you judge it mortal ?" continued Fawkes.