Thus exhorted, the man--who was no other than the younger Heydocke--advanced towards him; and throwing himself at his feet, begged him in the most piteous terms to do him no injury.
"I have already told you I am a friend," replied Catesby, sheathing his sword.
"Ah! Mr.Catesby, is it you I behold ?" cried Martin Heydocke, whose fears had hitherto prevented him from noticing the features of the intruder.

"What brings your worship to this ill-fated house ?" "First let me know if there is any enemy about ?" replied Catesby.
"None that I am aware of," rejoined Martin.

"Having ransacked the premises, and done all the mischief they could, as you perceive, the miscreants departed the day before yesterday, and I have seen nothing of them since, though I have been constantly on the watch.

The only alarm I have had was that occasioned by your worship just now." "Are you alone here ?" demanded Catesby.
"No, your worship," answered Martin.

"There are several of the servants concealed in a secret passage under the house.