Catesby to his great dismay perceived from the volumes of smoke ascending from it that it was on fire. Uttering an exclamation of rage and despair, he commanded those with him not to quit their present position, and set off in the direction of the fire.

He found that an outbuilding had been set in flames by a lighted brand thrown across the moat by a trooper. The author of the action was named John Streete, and was afterwards rendered notorious by another feat to be presently related. Efforts were made to extinguish the conflagration, but such was the confusion prevailing that it was found wholly impossible, and it was feared that the destruction of the whole mansion would ensue.

Another party had crossed the
In the desperate conflict that

Disaster after disaster followed. moat, and burst into the court-yard. ensued Rookwood was shot through the arm, and severely wounded by a pike, and was borne into the house by one of his followers, whom he entreated to kill him outright, but was refused the request.

Meantime, the drawbridge was lowered, and with loud and exulting shouts the great body of the royalists crossed it. Catesby now perceived that the day was irretrievably lost. Calling to Christopher Wright, who was standing near him, to follow him, and rushing towards the court-yard, he reached it just as the royalists entered it.

A

In numbers both parties were pretty well-matched, but the rebels were now thoroughly disheartened, and seeing how matters must end, many of them threw down their arms, and begged for mercy. destructive fire, however, was still kept up on the royalists by a few of the rebels stationed on the walls of the mansion, under the command of John Wright.

Putting himself at the head of a few faithful followers, Catesby fought with all the fury of despair. Christopher Wright was shot by his side. Grant instantly sprang forward, but was cut down by a Catesby was too busily occupied to attend to the fate of his companions, and seeing Thomas Winter near him, called to him to come on, when he perceived that his right arm was disabled by a bolt from a cross-bow.

trooper.

'I can fight no longer,' said Thomas Winter.

Then die,' cried Catesby.

'He shall die-on the scaffold,' rejoined Topcliffe, who had heard the exclamation. And rushing up to Thomas Winter, he seized him, and conveyed him to the rear of his party.

Catesby continued to fight with such determined bravery that Sir Richard Walsh, seeing it would be vain to take him alive, withdrew his restrictions from his men, and ordered them to slay him. By this time, most of the rebels had thrown down their arms. Those on the walls had been dislodged, and John Wright, refusing to yield, had been slaughtered. Catesby, however, who had been joined. by Percy and half-a-dozen men, made a last desperate charge upon the enemy.

In doing this, his sword shivered, and he would have fallen back, but found himself surrounded by his foes. Percy was close behind him, and keeping together, they fought back to back. Even in this disabled state, they made a long and desperate resistance.

'Remember your oath, Percy,' cried Catesby. You have sworn not to be taken to the scaffold.'

'Fear nothing,' replied Percy. 'I will never quit this spot

alive.'

The words were scarcely out of his mouth when he fell to the ground mortally wounded, and the same shot that had pierced his breast had likewise stricken Catesby. It was fired by the trooper, John Streete, who has just been mentioned.

Collecting all his force, Catesby struck a few terrible blows at his opponents, and, dashing through them, made for the house. Just as he reached the door, which was standing open, his strength failed, and he fell to the ground. In this condition he dragged himself into the vestibule, where there was a large wooden statue of the Virgin, and clasping his arms around it, pressed his lips to the feet of the image. He was followed by Streete, with his drawn sword in one hand and a petronel in the other, prepared to finish his work. But ere he could reach him, Catesby had expired.

'So,' exclaimed Topcliffe, who came up the next moment, with Sir Richard Walsh, we have been robbed of our prey. The Earl of Salisbury will never forgive me for this disappointment.' 'I am glad I have done it, though,' observed Streete. To kill two such traitors with one shot is something to talk of.'

You will be well rewarded for it, no doubt,' said Topcliffe, sarcastically.

'I care not whether I am or not,' rejoined Streete. 'I have done my duty, and besides I have avenged my comrade Richard Trueman, who was shot by this traitor when he read the proclamation.'

'I will take care that your brave action is duly represented to his Majesty,' observed Sir Richard Walsh.

And he failed not to keep his promise.

Streete received a pension

of two shillings a day for the rest of his life-no inconsiderable sum in those days.

The conflict was now at an end, for though some few of the more desperate of the rebels continued to struggle after their leaders had fallen, they were soon disarmed. Sir Richard Walsh and Topcliffe went in search of the other conspirators, and finding Rookwood and Grant, who, though severely wounded, were not dead, lying in the hall, immediately secured them. Rookwood on their approach made an effort to plunge his dagger into his breast, but his hand was stayed by Sir Richard Walsh.

'At least, we shall not go away quite empty-handed,' cried Topcliffe ; 'but these are but sorry substitutes for Catesby.'

'Has Catesby escaped ?' demanded Grant, faintly. 'Ay, to the other world,' replied Topcliffe.

'He has kept his word,' groaned Grant.

'He may have escaped some part of his punishment,' said Topcliffe, bitterly; but the worst remains. His quarters will be exposed on every gate in London, and his head on the bridge. As to you, traitors, you know your doom.'

'And are prepared for it,' rejoined Grant.

A guard being left over the prisoners, Sir Richard Walsh and Topcliffe then went to see that the other captives were properly secured. Some few having made their escape into the adjoining fields, they were pursued and recaptured.

The whole of the prisoners were then conveyed to Stourbridge, where they were lodged in the gaol, after which Sir Richard Walsh despatched a messenger to the Earl of Salisbury and the Lords of the Council, acquainting them with what he had done.

And now,' said Topcliffe, who had accompanied him thus far, 'I shall start for Ordsall Hall to look after Viviana Radcliffe and Garnet.'

CHAPTER VI.

HAGLEY.

ROBERT WINTER, it may be remembered, immediately after the explosion, quitted Holbeach, and did not return to it. He proceeded to the neighbouring thicket, and while wandering about in a state bordering on distraction encountered Stephen Littleton, who had likewise deserted his companions on the same day. Acquainting him with the disastrous occurrence that had taken place, and stating his impression that both God and man were against them, and that it would be vain as well as impious to struggle longer, he proposed to him to surrender; but Stephen Littleton so strongly combated this opinion, that he at last consented to make an effort to escape. This, however, was no easy matter, and they could devise no plan that appeared feasible. Both were well provided with money; but under present circumstances it would be of little use to them. A large price was set on their heads; and the whole country being alarmed, they scarcely knew where to seek shelter. After a long debate, they quitted the covert, and keeping clear of all habitations, took the direction of Stourbridge.

On approaching the Stour, at a point opposite Churchill, where they knew the river was fordable, they perceived Sir Richard Walsh's force approaching, and threw themselves into a ditch to avoid observation. It was quite dark when they again ventured forth, and at the peril of their lives they forded the Stour, which was swollen more than it had been in the morning by the long-continued rain. Their design was to proceed to Hagley, the residence of Stephen Littleton's sister, Mrs. Littleton, and to claim her protection. This magnificent mansion

lay about two miles on the other side of the river, in the heart of an extensive park, but they were obliged to take a circuitous route of nearly double the distance to reach it, and when at length they arrived there, and were about to steal into the court-yard, they found it occupied by a part of Sir Richard Walsh's troop.

Overcome by anxiety and fatigue, and scarcely knowing whither to proceed, they recrossed the park, and sought out the cottage of a poor woman, whose two sons had joined their ill-fated expedition, and were at that moment under arms at Holbeach. She was a good Catholic, and they thought they might confide in her. Arriving at her cottage, they glanced in at the window, and perceiving her, as they concluded, alone, and cooking a small piece of meat at the fire, they raised the latch, and entered the house. The woman turned at their approach, and uttering a cry of surprise and alarm, pointed towards a back room. They then saw that they had betrayed themselves, but the caution came too late, and a stalwart trooper, alarmed by the cry, issued from the back room. From the wretched appearance of the new comers, he at once guessed that they were rebels, and felt satisfied from the richness of their garb, dirtied and stained as it was, that they were persons of consequence. Accordingly, he drew a brace of petronels, and holding them at their heads, he commanded them to surrender.

They were too much taken by surprise, and too enfeebled, to offer resistance, and the trooper calling to the old woman to bring a cord to bind them, at the same time unloosed his own girdle, with which he fastened Robert Winter's arms behind his back. In doing this, he was compelled to lay down his petronels, and he had scarcely done so when the woman snatched them up, and gave them to Stephen Littleton, who presented them at his head.

In another

It was now the turn of the conspirators to triumph. instant Robert Winter was released by the old woman, and the pair throwing themselves upon the trooper, forced him to the ground. They then dragged him to the back room, and stripped him of his habiliments, which Stephen Littleton put on instead of his own clothes, and binding him hand and foot, returned to the old woman. At the request of Robert Winter, she furnished him with a suit of clothes belonging to one of her sons, and then set before them the best eatables she possessed. They were ravenously hungry, and soon disposed of the viands. Meanwhile, their hostess told them that the whole country was in arms against them; that Mrs. Littleton being suspected, though she had always been adverse to the design, her house had undergone a rigorous search; but that Mr. Humphrey Littleton, not having taken any part in the insurrection, had not as yet been arrested, though it was feared he would be proved to be connected with the plot. She concluded by strongly counselling them to use the utmost caution, and to expose themselves as little as

possible.

This they told her they intended to do, and expressed great anxiety as to what would befall her when they were gone.

'I do not desire to shed blood if it can be helped,' said Stephen Littleton; but in a case of necessity like the present, where life must be weighed against life, I hold it to be lawful. Shall we put the

trooper to death?'

'I

have left it, and obtain a safe It matters not what becomes

'Not unless your own safety requires it, good sirs,' she said. shall quit this cottage soon after you asylum with one of my neighbours. of me. Having lost my two sons, for I consider them as already dead, I have nothing left to bind me to life.'

Unable to make any reply, the conspirators remained for some time silent, when, by the poor woman's advice, they withdrew to an upper chamber, and stretching themselves on a bed, sought a few hours' repose. The old woman kept watch below, and they gave her one of the petronels, with strict injunctions to blow out the trooper's brains if he attempted to move. Nothing, however, occurred to alarm her,

and at three o'clock she awakened them.

Offering the woman a handsome reward, which, however, she declined, they then set out; and shortly afterwards their hostess quitted her habitation, and withdrew to the cottage of a neighbour, where she remained concealed for some weeks, and then died of grief on learning that her sons had been slain during the assault of Holbeach by the royalists.

Recruited by the rest they had enjoyed, the conspirators pursued their course over the fields. The weather was the same as that which disheartened their confederates at Holbeach, and the rain fell so heavily that they had soon not a dry thread upon them. But being now disguised, they were not under so much apprehension of detection. Shaping their course towards Rowley Regis, in Staffordshire, which lay about five miles from Hagley, where a farmer named Pelborrow, a tenant of Humphrey Littleton, resided, and who they thought would befriend them, they proceeded swiftly on their way, but, though well acquainted with the country, they were so bewildered and deceived by the fog, that they strayed materially out of their course, and when it grew light found themselves near Weoly Castle, and about four miles from Birmingham.

Confiding in their disguises, and in their power of sustaining the characters they assumed, they got into the high road, and approaching a farm-house, Stephen Littleton, who had tied his companion's arms behind him with his belt, represented himself as a trooper conveying a prisoner from Stourbridge to Birmingham, and in consequence of this obtained a breakfast from the farmer. After their meal was over, the

host, who had eyed them suspiciously, trooper,

observed to the supposed

'You will overtake some of your comrades before you reach