"Yes, it is I, Caleb; open the door quickly."
"But is it you in very blood and body? For I would sooner face fifty devils as my master's ghaist, or even his wraith,—wherefore aroint ye, if ye were ten times my master, unless ye come in bodily shape, lith and limb."
"It is I, you old fool," answered Ravenswood, "in bodily shape, and alive, save that I am half dead with cold."
The light at the upper window disappeared, and glancing from loop-hole to loop-hole in slow succession, gave intimation that the bearer was in the act of descending, with great deliberation, a winding stair-case occupying one of the turrets which graced the angles of the old tower. The tardiness of his descent extracted some exclamations of impatience from Ravenswood, and several oaths from his less patient and more mercurial companion. Caleb again paused ere he unbolted the door, and once more asked, if they were men of
