"Do not relax your efforts for a moment." "It is in vain, my son," rejoined Garnet, in accents of despair.

"My hands are bruised and bleeding, but the bolts stir not." "Distraction!" cried Catesby, gnashing his teeth with rage.

"Let me try." And he was about to hasten to the priest's assistance, when the door below was burst open with a loud crash, and the assailants rushed up the steps.

The passage was so narrow that they were compelled to mount singly, and Catesby's was scarcely a vain boast when he said he could maintain his ground against the whole host.

Shouting to Garnet to renew his efforts, he prepared for the assault.