At this moment, he was cheered by a cry from Garnet that he had succeeded in forcing back the bolts, terror having supplied him with a strength not his own; and, making another sally upon his assailants, amid the disorder that ensued, Catesby retreated, and rapidly tracking the steps, reached the door, through which the priest had already passed.

When within a short distance of the outlet, Catesby felt, from the current of fresh air that saluted him, that it opened upon the roof of the church.
Nor was he deceived.

A few steps placed him upon the leads, where he found Garnet.
"It is you, my son," cried the latter, on beholding him; "I thought from the shouts you had fallen into the hands of the enemy." "No, Heaven be praised! I am as yet safe, and trust to deliver you out of their hands.

Come with me to the battlements." "The battlements!" exclaimed Garnet.

"A leap from such a height as that were certain destruction." "It were so," replied Catesby, dragging him along.