To be sure, I passed the most dismal of nights locked in the upper room of the Stone House.  Whether Martin had had the courage to bear my message to Charles Craike I could not tell; I heard the mumble of their voices in the room below, but I did not set my ear again to the breach in the flooring-boards.  I heard the doors creak and crash presently, and, slipping to the window, I saw the gentleman mount and ride away.  I lay down then on the bed, spreading my gre............