“I seek for no reward,” Harry said.  “I have gained knowledge of a plot against your life.  Do you wish that I should speak in the presence of this officer?”

“Assuredly,” the general said.

“Briefly, then, I have arrived from Hamburg but now to give you warning of a matter which came to my ears.  I overheard, how it matters not, a conversation between two rascals who gave themselves out as Royalists, but who were indeed rather escaped criminals, to the effect that men had gone over thence to England with the intention of killing you.  The plot was to come off to-night, Whether there be any change in the arrangements or no I cannot say, but the matter was, as they said, fixed for to-night.  One of the women servants has been bribed to open the back entrance and to admit them there, More than this I know not.”

“You speak, sir, as one beyond your station,” Cromwell said; “and methinks I know both your face and figure, which are not easily forgotten when once seen.”

“It matters not who I am,” Harry replied, “so that the news I bring be true.  I am no friend of yours, but a servant of King Charles.  Though I would withstand you to the death in the field, I would not that a life like yours should be cut short by assassination; or that the royal cause should be sullied by such a deed, the dishonor of which, though planned and carried out by a small band of desperate partisans, would yet, in the eyes of the world, fall upon all who followed King Charles.”

“You are bold, sir,” Cromwell said.  “But I wonder not, for I know you now.  We have met, so far as I know, but once before.  That was after Drogheda, where you defended the church, and where I spared your life at the intercession of my chaplain.  I heard of you afterward as having, by a desperate enterprise, escaped, and afterward captured a ship with prisoners; and as having inflicted heavy loss and damage upon the soldiers of Parliament.  You fought at Dunbar and Worcester, and, if I mistake not, incurred the enmity of the Earl of Argyll.”

“I am Sir Harry Furness,” Harry said calmly; “his majesty having been pleased to bestow upon me the honor of knighthood.  Nor are you mistaken touching the other matters, since you yourself agreed at the lonely house on the moor to hand me over to Colonel Campbell, as his price for betraying the post I commanded.  That matter, as you may remember, turned out otherwise than had been expected.  I am not ashamed of my name, nor have I any fear of its being known to you.  I have come over to do you service, and fear not harm at your hands when on such business.”

“Why then did you not tell me at once?” Cromwell asked.

“Simply because I seek no favor at your hands.  I would not that you should think that Harry Furness sought to reconcile himself with the Commons, by giving notice of a plot against your life.  I am intending to start for Virginia and settle there, and would not stoop to sue for amnesty, though I should never see Furness Hall or England again.”