"To your posts," cried Barbara.

Several of the crew flocked to the entrance. "Unbind the prisoners," shouted Alan.

Mrs. Mowbray and Luke were accordingly set free. Two almost simultaneous reports of a pistol were now heard. "'T is Ranulph Rookwood," said Alan; "that was the preconcerted signal."

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Ranulph Rookwood," echoed Eleanor, who caught the exclamation: "he comes to save me."

"Remember your oath," gasped a dying voice. "He is no longer yours."

"Alas! alas!" sobbed Eleanor, tremblingly.

A moment afterwards a faint clapping of hands reached the ears of Barbara.

"All is over," muttered she.

"Ha!" exclaimed Alan Rookwood, with a frightful look, "Is it done?"

Barbara motioned him towards the farther end of the vault.

CHAPTER XXXII.

MR. COATES.

Grimm. Look, captain, here comes one of the blood-hounds of justice.
Schw. Down with him. Don't let him utter a word.
Moor. Silence, I will hear him.

SCHILLER.

The Robbers.

GLADLY do we now exchange the dank atmosphere of Saint Cyprian's cell, and the horrors which have detained us there so long, for balmy air, genial sunshine, and the boon companionship of Dick Turpin. Upon regaining the verdant ruins of the ancient priory, all appeared pretty much as our highwayman had left it. Dick wended towards his mare. Black Bess uttered an affectionate whinnying sound as he approached her, and yielded her sleek neck to his caresses. No Bedouin Arab ever loved his horse more tenderly than Turpin. "'T will be a hard day when thou and I part!" murmured he, affectionately patting her soft and silky cheeks. Bess thrust her nose into his hand, biting him playfully, as much

as to say"That day will never arrive." Turpin, at least, understood the appeal in that sense; he was skilled in the language of the Huoyhnymns. “I would rather lose my right hand than that should happen,” sighed he, “but, there ́s no saying: the best of friends must part; and thou and I may be one day separated: — thy destination is the knacker— mine, perhaps, the gibbet. We are neither of us cut out for old age, that's certain. Curse me, if I can tell how it is, since I've been in that vault, I've got some queer crotchet into my head. I can't help likening thee to that poor gipsy wench, Sybil, but may I be scragg'd if I'd use thee, as her lover has used her. Ha!" exclaimed he, drawing a pistol with a suddenness, that made his companions Rust and Wilder start, "we are watched. See you not how yon shadow falls from behind the wall?”

"I do," replied Rust.

"The varmint shall be speedily unearthed,” said Wilder, rushing to the spot.

In another instant the shadow manifested itself in a substantial little personage, booted, spurred, and mud-bespattered. He was brought before our highwayman, who had, meanwhile, vaulted into his saddle.

"Mr. Coates!" cried Dick, bursting into a loud laugh at the ridiculous figure presented to his view, 66 or the mud deceives me."

"It does not deceive you, Captain Turpin,” replied the atyou do, indeed, behold that twice-unfortunate

torney;

person.'

"What brings you here?" asked Dick. 'You are come to pay me my wager."

"Ah! I see.

"I thought you gave me a discharge for that,” rejoined Coates, unable, even in his distress, to resist the too-tempting quibble.

"True, but it was in blank," replied Turpin readily; “and that don't hold good in law, you know. You have thrown away a second chance. Play or pay, all the world over. I shan't let you off so easily this time, depend upon it. Come, post the pony, or take your measure on that sod. No more replications or rejoinders, sir. Down with the dust. his clies, pals. Let us see what he has about him.” "In the twinkling of a bed-post," replied Rust.

Fake

"We'll

turn him inside out. attorney's pockets.—“ A brace of barkers,” handing a pair of pistols to Turpin; "a haddock, stuffed with nothing, I'm thinking; one quid, two coach wheels, half a bull, three hogs, and a kick; a d- -d dickey concern, captain !"

What's here?" cried he, searching the

"Three hogs and a kick," muttered Coates, "the knave says true enough."

"Is there nothing else? demanded Dick.

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Only an old snuffy fogle, and a pewter sneezer.' "No reader? * Try his hoxter."+

"Here's a pit-mant, captain."

"Give it me.-Ah! this will do," cried Dick, examining the contents of the pocket-book; "this is a glorious windfall indeed —a bill of exchange for 500l.—payable on demand– Eh! Mr. Coates— quick, indorse it, sir-here's pen and ink, Rascal! if you attempt to tear the bill I'll blow your brains out-steady, sir, sign-good!" added he, as Coates most reluctantly indorsed the bill. "Good -good-I'll be

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off with this bill to London to-night, before you can stop itno courier can beat Bess-ha, ha! Eh! what's this?" continued Dick, as, unfolding another leaf of the pocket-book, he chanced upon a letter; my Lady Rookwood's superscription! Excuse me, Mr. Coates, I must have a peep at her ladyship's billet-doux.-All's safe with me -man of honour - I must detain your reader a moment longer."

my

"You should take charge of yourself then," replied Coates, sulkily — “ you appear to be reader." "Bravo!" cried Turpin. "You may jest now with impunity, Mr. Coates. You have paid dear enough for your jokes, and when should a man be allowed to be pleasant, if not at his own expense; ha, ha! What's this?" exclaimed he, opening the letter 66 a ring, as I'm awake, and from her ladyship's own fair finger, I'll be sworn, for it bears her cipher, ineffaceably impressed as your image upon her heart eh, Coates? Egad, you are a lucky dog, after all, to receive such a favour from such a lady; ha, ha! Meantime, I'll take care of it for you," continued Dick, slipping the ring on his little finger.

Turpin, we have before remarked, had a turn for mimicry; and it was with an irresistible feeling of deferential awe creep+ Inside coat-pocket.

Pocket-book

A small pocket-book.

ing over him, that Coates heard the contents of Lady Rookwood's epistle, delivered with an enunciation as peremptory and imperious as that of her ladyship's self. The letter was hastily indited, in a clear firm hand, and partook of its writer's decision of character. Dick found no difficulty in deciphering it. Thus ran the missive:

- It is

"Assured of your devotion and secrecy, I commit my own honour, and that of my son, to your charge. Time will not permit me to see you, or I would not write. But I place myself entirely in your hands. You will not dare to betray my confidence. To the point:- A Major Mowbray has just arrived here with intelligence, that the body of Susan Bradley (you will know to whom I allude) has been removed from our family vault by a Romish priest and his assistants. How it came there, or why it has been removed, I know not. not my present purpose to inquire. Suffice it, that it now lies in a vault beneath the ruins of Davenham Priory. My son, Sir Ranulph, who has lent a credulous ear to the artful tales of the impostor who calls this woman mother, is at present engaged in arming certain of the household, and of the tenantry, to seize upon, and bring away this body, as resistance is apprehended from a horde of gipsies, who infest the ruins. Now mark me. THAT BODY MUST NOT BE FOUND ! Be it your business to prevent its discovery. Take the fleetest horse you can procure; spare neither whip nor spur; haste to the Priory; procure by any means, and at any expense, the assistance of the gipsies. Find out the body; conceal it; destroy it; - do what you will, so my son find it not. Fear not his resentment. I will bear you harmless of the consequences with him. You will act upon my responsibility. I pledge my honour for your safety. Use all despatch, and calculate upon due requital from "MAUD ROOKWOOD."

"Haste, and God speed you!

"God speed you!" echoed Dick, in his own voice, contemptuously. "The devil drive you! would have been a fitter postscript. And it was upon this precious errand you came, Mr. Coates?"

"Precisely," replied the attorney; "but I find the premises pre-occupied. Fast as I have ridden, you were here before me."

"And what do you now propose to do?" asked Turpin.

"Bargain with you for the body," replied Coates, in an in

sinuating tone.

"With me!" said Dick

"Do you take me for a resur

rection cove; for a dealer in dead stock, eh! sirrah?"

"I take you for one sufficiently alive, in a general way, to his own interests," returned Coates. "These gentlemen may not, perhaps, be quite so scrupulous, when they hear my proposals."

"Be silent, sir," interrupted Turpin "Hist! I hear the tramp of horses' hoofs, without. Hark! that shout."

"Make your own terms before they come," said Coates. "Leave all to me. I'll put 'em on a wrong scent."

"the

"To the devil with your terms!" cried Turpin ; signal!" and he pulled the trigger of one of Coates's pistols, the shot of which rang in the ears of the astounded attorney, as it whizzed past him.

66 Drag him into the mouth of the vault," thundered Turpin: "The will be a capital cover in case of attack. Look to your sticks, and be on the alert; away!"

Vainly did the unfortunate attorney kick and struggle, swear and scream; his hat was pushed over his eyes; his bob wig thrust into his mouth; and his legs tripped from under him. Thus blind, dumb, and half-suffocated, he was hurried into the entrance of the cell.

Dick, meanwhile, dashed to the arched outlet of the ruin. He there drew in the rein, and black Bess stood motionless as

a statue.

CHAPTER XXXIII.

DICK TURPIN.

Many a fine fellow with a genius extensive enough to have effected universal reformation has been doomed to perish by the halter. But does not such a man's renown extend through centuries and tens of centuries, while many a prince would be overlooked in history were it not the historian's interest to increase the number of his pages? Nay, when the traveller sees a gibbet, does he not exclaim, " That fellow was no fool!" and lament the hardship of the times? SCHILLER.-The Robbers.

TURPIN'S quick eye ranged over the spreading sward in front of the ancient priory, and his brow became contracted.

The