The knocking continued with increased violence, and voices were heard calling upon the miller to open the door, or it would be broken down.  On the first alarm Abel had flown to a small window whence he could reconnoitre those below, and he now returned with a face white with terror, to say that a party of arquebussiers, with the sheriff at their head, were without, and that some of the men were provided with torches.

“They have discovered my evasion, and are come in search of me,” observed the abbot rising, but without betraying any anxiety.  “Do not concern yourselves further for me, my good friends, but open the door, and deliver me to them.”

“Nah, nah, that we winnaw,” cried Hal o’ Nabs, “yo’re neaw taen yet, feyther abbut, an’ ey knoa a way to baffle ’em.  If y’on let him down into t’ river, Ebil, ey’n manage to get him off.”

“Weel thowt on, Nab,” cried the miller, “theawst nah been mey mon seven year fo nowt.  Theaw knoas t’ ways o’ t’ pleck.”

“Os weel os onny rotten abowt it,” replied Hal o’ Nabs.  “Go down to t’ grindin’-room, an ey’n follow i’ a troice.”

And as Abel snatched up the light, and hastily descended the steps with Paslew, Hal whispered in Dorothy’s ears—­

“Tak care neaw one fonds that chilt, Dolly, if they break in.  Hide it safely; an whon they’re gone, tak it to’t church, and place it near t’ altar, where no ill con cum to it or thee.  Mey life may hong upon it.”

And as the poor girl, who, as well as her mother, was almost frightened out of her wits, promised compliance, he hurried down the steps after the others, muttering, as the clamour without was redoubled—­

“Eigh, roar on till yo’re hoarse.  Yo winnaw get in yet awhile, ey’n promise ye.”

Meantime, the abbot had been led to the chief room of the mill, where all the corn formerly consumed within the monastery had been prepared, and which the size of the chamber itself, together with the vastness of the stones used in the operation of grinding, and connected with the huge water-wheel outside, proved to be by no means inconsiderable.  Strong shafts of timber supported the flooring above, and were crossed by other boards placed horizontally, from which various implements in use at the mill depended, giving the chamber, imperfectly lighted as it now was by the lamp borne by Abel, a strange and almost mysterious appearance.  Three or four of the miller’s men, armed with pikes, had followed their master, and, though much alarmed, they vowed to die rather than give up the abbot.

By this time Hal o’ Nabs had joined the group, and proceeding towards a raised part of the chamber where the grinding-stones were set, he knelt down, and laying hold of a small ring, raised up a trapdoor.  The fresh air which blew up through the aperture, combined with the rushing sound of water, showed that the Calder flowed immediately beneath; and, having made some slight preparation, Hal let himself down into the stream.