ever was a stouter or shrewder soldier than Davils； and the young Desmonds； I have heard him say many a time； used to look on him as their father。 But he found out what it was to trust Englishmen turned Irish。 Well； the Desmonds found out on a sudden that the Dons were such desperate Paladins； that it was madness to meddle； though they were five to one； and poor Davils； seeing that there was no fight in them； goes back for help； and sleeps that night at some place called Tralee。 Arthur Carter of Bideford； St。 Leger's lieutenant； as stout an old soldier as Davils himself； sleeps in the same bed with him； the lacquey…boy； who is now with Sir Richard at Stow； on the floor at their feet。 But in the dead of night； who should come in but James Desmond； sword in hand； with a dozen of his ruffians at his heels； each with his glib over his ugly face； and his skene in his hand。 Davils springs up in bed； and asks but this； 'What is the matter； my son？' whereon the treacherous villain； without giving him time to say a prayer； strikes at him； naked as he was； crying； 'Thou shalt be my father no longer； nor I thy son！ Thou shalt die！' and at that all the rest fall on him。 The poor little lad （so he says） leaps up to cover his master with his naked body； gets three or four stabs of skenes； and so falls for dead； with his master and Captain Carter； who were dead indeedGod reward them！ After that the ruffians ransacked the house； till they had murdered every Englishman in it； the lacquey…boy only excepted； who crawled out； wounded as he was； through a window； while Desmond； if you will believe it； went back； up to his elbows in blood； and vaunted his deeds to the Spaniards； and asked them'There！ Will you take that as a pledge that I am faithful to you？' And that； my lad； was the end of Henry Davils； and will be of all who trust to the faith of wild savages。〃
〃I would go a hundred miles to see that Desmond hanged！〃 said Amyas； while great tears ran down his face。 〃Poor Mr。 Davils！ And now； what is the story of Sir Thomas？〃
〃Your brother must tell you that； lad； I am somewhat out of breath。〃
〃And I have a right to tell it；〃 said Frank； with a smile。 〃Do you know that I was very near being Earl of the bog of Allen； and one of the peers of the realm to King Buoncompagna； son and heir to his holiness Pope Gregory the Thirteenth？〃
〃No； surely！〃
〃As I am a gentleman。 When I was at Rome I saw poor Stukely often； and this and more he offered me on the part （as he said） of the Pope； if I would just oblige him in the two little matters of being reconciled to the Catholic Church； and joining the invasion of Ireland。〃
〃Poor deluded heretic；〃 said Will Cary； 〃to have lost an earldom for your family by such silly scruples of loyalty！〃
〃It is not a matter for jesting； after all；〃 said Frank； 〃but I saw Sir Thomas often； and I cannot believe he was in his senses； so frantic was his vanity and his ambition； and all the while； in private matters as honorable a gentleman as ever。 However； he sailed at last for Ireland； with his eight hundred Spaniards and Italians； and what is more； I know that the King of Spain paid their charges。 Marquis VinolaJames Buoncompagna； that isstayed quietly at Rome； preferring that Stukely should conquer his paternal heritage of Ireland for him while he took care of the bona robas at home。 I went down to Civita Vecchia to see him off； and though his younger by many years； I could not but take the liberty of entreating him； as a gentleman and a man of Devon； to consider his faith to his queen and the honor of his country。 There were high words between us； God forgive me if I spoke too fiercely； for I never saw him again。〃
〃Too fiercely to an open traitor； Frank？ Why not have run him through？〃
〃Nay； I had no clean life for Sundays； Amyas； so I could not throw away my week…day one； and as for the weal of England； I knew that it was little he would damage it； and told him so。 And at that he waxed utterly mad； for it touched his pride； and swore that if the wind had not been fair for sailing； he would have fought me there and then； to which I could only answer； that I was ready to meet him when he would； and he parted from me； saying； 'It is a pity； sir； I cannot fight you now； when next we meet； it will be beneath my dignity to measure swords with you。'
〃I suppose he expected to come back a prince at leastHeaven knows； I owe him no ill…will； nor I hope does any man。 He has paid all debts now in full； and got his receipt for them。〃
〃How did he die； then； after all？〃
〃On his voyage he touched in Portugal。 King Sebastian was just sailing for Africa with his new ally； Mohammed the Prince of Fez； to help King Abdallah； and conquer what he could。 He persuaded Stukely to go with him。 There were those who thought that he； as well as the Spaniards； had no stomach for seeing the Pope's son King of Ireland。 Others used to say that he thought an island too small for his ambition； and must needs conquer a continentI know not why it was； but he went。 They had heavy weather in the passage； and when they landed； many of their soldiers were sea… sick。 Stukely； reasonably enough； counselled that they should wait two or three days and recruit； but Don Sebastian was so mad for the assault that he must needs have his veni； vidi； vici； and so ended with a veni； vidi； perii； for he Abdallah； and his son Mohammed； all perished in the first battle at Alcasar； and Stukely； surrounded and overpowered； fought till he could fight no more； and then died like a hero with all his wounds in front； and may God have mercy on his soul！〃
〃Ah！〃 said Amyas； 〃we heard of that battle off Lima； but nothing about poor Stukely。〃
〃That last was a Popish prayer； Master Frank；〃 said old Mr。 Cary。
〃Most worshipful sir； you surely would not wish God not to have mercy on his soul？〃
〃Noeh？ Of course not： but that's all settled by now； for he is dead； poor fellow。〃
〃Certainly； my dear sir。 And you cannot help being a little fond of him still。〃
〃Eh？ why； I should be a brute if I were not。 He and I were schoolfellows； though he was somewhat the younger； and many a good thrashing have I given him； and one cannot help having a tenderness for a man after that。 Beside； we used to hunt together in Exmoor； and have royal nights afterward into Ilfracombe； when we were a couple of mad young blades。 Fond of him？ Why； I would have sooner given my forefinger than that he should have gone to the dogs thus。〃
〃Then； my dear sir； if you feel for him still； in spite of all his faults； how do you know that God may not feel for him still； in spite of all his faults？ For my part；〃 quoth Frank； in his fanciful way； 〃without believing in that Popish Purgatory； I cannot help holding with Plato； that such heroical souls； who have wanted but little of true greatness； are hereafter by some strait discipline brought to a better mind； perhaps； as many ancients have held with the Indian Gymnosophists； by transmigration into the bodies of those animals whom they have resembled in their passions； and indeed； if Sir Thomas Stukely's soul should now animate the body of a lion； all I can say is that he would be a very valiant and royal lion； and also doubtless become in due time heartily ashamed and penitent for having been nothing better than a lion。〃
〃What now； Master Frank？ I don't trouble my head with such mattersI say Stukely was a right good…hearted fellow at bottom； and if you plague my head with any of your dialectics； and propositions； and college quips and quiddities； you sha'n't have any more sack； sir。 But here come the knaves； and I hear the cook knock to dinner。〃
After a madrigal or two； and an Italian song of Master Frank's； all which went sweetly enough； the ladies rose； and went。 Whereon Will Cary； drawing his chair close to Frank's； put quietly into his hand a dirty letter。
〃This was the letter left for me；〃 whispered he； 〃by a country fellow this morning。 Look at it and tell me what I am to do。〃
Whereon Frank opened； and read
〃Mister Cary； be you wary By deer park end to…night。 Yf Irish ffoxe com out of rocks Grip and hold hym tight。〃
〃I would have showed it my father；〃 said Will； 〃but〃
〃I verily believe it to be a blind。 See now； this is the handwriting of a man who has been trying to write vilely； and yet cannot。 Look at that B； and that G； their formae formativae never were begotten in a hedge…school。 And what is more； this is no Devon man's handiwork。 We say 'to' and not 'by；' Will； eh？ in the West country？〃
〃Of course。〃
〃And 'man；' instead of 'him'？〃
〃True； O Daniel！ But am I to do nothing therefore？〃
〃On that matter I am no judge。 Let us ask much…enduring Ulysses here； perhaps he has not sailed round the world without bringing home a device or two。〃
Whereon Amyas was called to counsel； as soon as Mr。 Cary could be stopped in a long cross…examination of him as to Mr。 Doughty's famous trial and execution。
Amyas pondered awhile； thrusting his hands into his long curls； and then
〃Will； my lad； have you been watching at the Deer Park End of late？〃
〃Never。〃
〃Where； then？〃
〃At the town…beach。〃
〃Where else？
〃At the town…head。〃
〃Where else？〃
〃Why； the fellow is turned lawyer！ Above Freshwater。〃
〃Where is Freshwater？〃
〃Why； where the water…fall comes over the cliff； half…a…mile from the town。 There is a path there up into the forest。〃
〃I know。 I'll watch there to…night。 Do you keep all your old haunts safe； of course； and send a couple of stout knaves to the mill； to watch the beach at the Deer Park End； on the chance； for your poet may be a true man； after all。 But my heart's faith is； that this comes just to draw you off from some old beat of yours； upon a wild…goose chase。 If they shoot the miller by mistake； I suppose it don't much matter？〃
〃Marry； no。〃
〃'When a miller's knock'd on the head； The less of flour makes the more of bread。'〃
〃Or； again；〃 chimed in old Mr。 Cary； 〃as they say in the North
〃'Find a miller that will not steal； Or a webster that is leal； Or a priest that is not greedy； And lay them three a dead corpse by； And by the virtue of the