"It is my own estate, even as ye say!" returned the earl. "I am your bedesman for this letter. It hath shown me a fox's hole. Command me, Master Shelton; I will not be backward in gratitude, and to begin with, York or Lancaster, true man or thief, I do now set you at freedom. Go, a Mary's name! But judge it right that I retain and hang your fellow, Lawless. The crime hath been most open, and it were fitting that some open punishment should follow."
"My lord, I make it my first suit to you to spare him also," pleaded Dick.
"It is an old condemned rogue, thief, and vagabond, Master Shelton," said the earl. "He bath been gallow's-ripe this score of years. And, whether for one thing or another, whether to-morrow or the day after, where is the great choice?"
"Yet, my lord, it was through love to me that he came hither," answered Dick, "and I were churlish and thankless to desert him."
"Master Shelton, ye are troublesome," replied the earl, severely. "It is an evil way to prosper in this world. Howbeit, and to be quit of your importunity, I will once more humour you. Go then, together; but go warily, and get swiftly out of Shoreby town. For this Sir Daniel (whom may the saints confound!) thirsteth most greedily to have your blood."
"My lord, I do now offer you in words my gratitude, trusting at some brief date to pay you some of it in service," replied Dick, as he turned from the apartment.
