I feared to find you already a corpse." "You came after me, good father ?" asked Tom in amaze.
"Yes, truly.

Your companion, who is safe over the other pass by this time, caused the message to reach us that you were like to fall into the hands of Montacute, and be hanged or shot.

He begged that if we could we would save you; and as our work lies in succouring those who are in peril upon these heights, be that peril what it may, we have been seeking you ever since.

I would we had arrived a few minutes earlier." Tom's eyes gleamed; it seemed to him as though the madness was not yet out of his blood.
"I can scarce echo that wish, reverend father," he said; "for I have had my taste of joy! If my back be torn and scored, I have had my fingers on yon miscreant's throat.

I think he will carry the marks of them as long as I shall carry my scars.