I sent off a messenger on horseback, as soon as they had gone.
Adam left early, and the man will meet him on his way back."
Half an hour later, indeed, Adam Armstrong rode in. Oswald met him
outside. His face was set and hard, and Oswald would scarce have
recognized the kindly, genial man who had always received him so
heartily.
"There are hopes that he will live," Oswald said.
There was a slight change in the expression of Armstrong's face.
"'Tis well," he said, "that one should be saved, to take revenge for
this foul business. All the others are gone."
"I hope we may rescue my cousins."
"We might as well try to rescue a young lamb, that had been carried off
by an eagle," he said bitterly. "Even could an archer send a shaft
through the bird's breastbone, the lamb would be bleeding and injured,
beyond all hope, ere it touched the ground. We may revenge, Oswald, but
I have no hope of rescue."
Then he went into the house, without further word.
Chapter 12: A Dangerous Mission.
Half an hour later, Adam Armstrong came out of the cottage where his
son was lying. His mood had changed. He had gathered hope from Meg
Margetson's confident assurances that there was ground for it.
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