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they came up to him, Edward saluted the Intendant in a respectful manner, and shook hands with Oswald, and then led the way by the narrow path which led through the wood to the cottage.
The Intendant was on horseback, but all the rest were on foot. The Intendant left his horse to the care of one of the verderers, and went through the wood on foot with the rest of the party, preceded by Edward. He appeared to be very grave and thoughtful, and Edward thought that there was a coolness in his manner towards himself,—for it must be recollected that Mr. Heatherstone had not seen Edward since he had rendered him such service in saving the life of his daughter. The consequence was that Edward felt somewhat indignant, but he did not express his feelings, by his looks even, but conveyed the party in silence to the cottage. On their arrival, Edward pointed to the body of the robber, which had been covered with fern, and the verderers exposed it.
"By whose hand did that man fall?" said the Intendant.
"By the hand of the party who lived in the cottage." Edward then led the way round to the back of the cottage where the other robber lay—
"And this man was slain by my hand," replied Edward.
"We have one more body to see," continued Edward, leading the way into the cottage, and uncovering the corpse of Clara's father.
Mr. Heatherstone looked at the face and appeared much moved—"Cover it up," said he, turning away; and then sitting down on a chair close to the table—
"And how was this found?" he said.
"I neither saw this person killed, nor the robber you first saw, but I heard the report of the fire arms at almost the same moment, and I presume that they fell by each other's hands."
The Intendant called his clerk, who had accompanied him, and desired him to get ready his writing materials, and then said—
