CHAPTER XX.

Of an outlawe, this is the lawe-- That men him take and bind, Without pitie hang'd to be, And waive with the wind. _The Ballad of the Nut Brown Maid._ Mordaunt had caused the sentinels who had been on duty since midnight to be relieved ere the peep of day, and having given directions that the guard should be again changed at sunrise, he had retired to a small parlour, and, placing his arms beside him, was slumbering in an easy-chair, when he felt himself pulled by the watch-cloak …