This state of things had not been unnoticed by Philip, who had been meditating over the question, whether it were not better to make an attempt to escape.  “There is no great hazard in it,” he said to himself; “but were I to get away I should be about as badly off as now, unless I could meet Sir Christopher or the Sagamore; and perhaps they have been captured by some other party, for our folk do not things by halves.  They have taken away my snap-chance, too, and I cannot shoot with arrows like a savage, so that, as one may say, I am a sort of cat without claws.  I know not what they can have against me now, or why I should be afraid of them; and yet, when I think of their purgatory of a prison, it makes me crawl all over.  A week’s lodging there would about make an end of me.  I think I have never been quite the man I was before, since they stuck me there.”

Thus revolving in his mind the advantages and disadvantages of his position, the remembrance of his sufferings during his imprisonment, at last turned the scales in favor of liberty, and Philip began to think of means to accomplish his purpose.  He tried, by lagging behind and falling down once or twice, to get into the rear; but this manoeuvre the vigilant eyes of Lieutenant Venn detected, who ordered him nearer to the front, and directed that he should be watched closer.  Foiled in this manner, that freedom which but a moment before, and when apparently in his power, seemed almost a matter of indifference, assumed a constantly increasing importance, and the mind of Philip worked more actively than ever.  In a short time they would be out of the forest, when any attempt at evasion would be folly, for, should he succeed in shaking off his guard, he would run great risk of being shot down in the open space.  It was therefore necessary to think quickly.

“If I only had Prudence with me,” thought Philip, “I be bound she would have invented a dozen ways to get off by this time.  Sweet wench! there is some difference between sitting on a log with her and stealing a smack once in a while, though a slap be pretty sure to follow, and dragging my legs in the dark among the briers.  But she is not here, and so I will e’en take up with Master Arundel, and suck his wits a bit.”

“What think you,” he whispered to his companion in captivity, “of making a rush, and showing our heels to the Philistines?”

“It were madness,” answered the young man, in the same manner.  “Thou wert sure to be retaken, perhaps shot.”

“I have no fancy for either; but cannot your wit devise some mode to save me from yon lock-up?  My bones ache when I think of it.”

“I have no desire to get away,” answered Arundel; “nor understand I how it can advantage thee, seeing that, sooner or later, thou art tolerably certain of being made prisoner again.”

“Nevertheless, there is a chance of better things; and I say once more I like not the thoughts of the close quarters they intend for us.  An’ you will not run for it yourself, at least help a poor fellow, whose ideas are like a skein of tangled silk, to avoid the bilboes.”