"And now, comrades, to work again, for we have heard the last of our knell tonight.

No powers of darkness can stand before the charm of His Holiness's power." With an air of relief and alacrity the gentlemen seized their tools, and again the hollow or ringing sounds commenced to sound in that dim place; but Kay had plucked Robert Catesby by the sleeve, and was whispering some words in his ear.
Catesby turned quickly round, made a few strides towards the staircase, and then catching sight of Cuthbert, stopped short, and seized Kay by the arm.
"Fool!" he cried, in a low, hissing tone, "what possessed you to bring him here?
We are undone!" "Nay, but he knows; he is one of us." "He is not; it is a lie! If he said so, he is a foul spy!" And then striding up to Cuthbert with eyes that gleamed murderously, he looked into the youth's face, and suddenly the fury died out of his own.
"Why, it is Cuthbert Trevlyn! Good luck to you, good youth! I had feared I know not what.

But thou art stanch and true; thou art a chip of the old block.

If it had to be some one, better thee than any other.

Boy, thou hast seen a sight tonight that must have awakened thy curiosity.