Chapter 12 - A PRUDENT RECEPTION

So doth my heart misgive me in these conflicts,

What may befall him to his harm and ours.

-SHAKESPEARE.

Through the woods the party went to the fortified house of Threlkeld, where the gateway was evidently prepared to resist any passing attack, by stout gates and a little watch-tower.

Sir Giles blew a long blast on his bugle-horn, and h