Trenchard looked at him keenly, with well-assumed intent to read what might be passing in his mind, then rose, paid for the wine, and expressed his intention of going forth to inquire into these strange matters that were happening in Bridgwater.
Meanwhile, those volleys fired in Mr.Newlington's orchard had caused--as well may be conceived--an agitated interruption of the superb feast Mr.Newlington had spread for his noble and distinguished guests.
The Duke had for some days been going in fear of his life, for already he had been fired at more than once by men anxious to earn the price at which his head was valued; instantly he surmised that whatever that firing might mean, it indicated some attempt to surprise him with the few gentlemen who attended him.
The whole company came instantly to its feet, and Colonel Wade stepped to a window that stood open--for the night was very warm.

The Duke turned for explanation to his host; the trader, however, professed himself entirely unable to offer any.

He was very pale and his limbs were visibly trembling, but then his agitation was most natural.

His wife and daughter supervened at that moment, in their alarm entering the room unceremoniously, in spite of the august presence, to inquire into the meaning of this firing, and to reassure themselves that their father and his illustrious guests were safe.
From the windows they could observe a stir in the gardens below.

Black shadows of men flitted to and fro, and a loud, rich voice was heard calling to them to take cover, that they were betrayed.