"My fren', I 'ave myself been to-night, at midnight, on t'e moore, and I 'ave 'eard t'e army of t'e Duc de Monmoot' marching to Bristol on t'e road--what you call t'e road, Wentwort' ?" "The Eastern Causeway, my lord," answered the captain.
"Voil!" said Feversham, and spread his hands.

"What you say now, eh ?" "That that is part of Monmouth's plan to come at you across the moors, by way of Chedzoy, avoiding your only outpost, and falling upon you in your beds, all unawares.

Lord! sir, do not take my word for it.

Send out your scouts, and I dare swear they'll not need go far before they come upon the enemy." Feversham looked at Wentworth.

His lordship's face had undergone a change.
"What you t'ink ?" he asked.
"Indeed, my lord, it sounds so likely," answered Wentworth, "that...
that...