CHAPTER LVI.

THE AVENGER. All four entered the tent. They had no plan arranged; one must be matured at once. The king threw himself into an arm-chair. "I am lost," he exclaimed. "No, sire," replied Athos; "you are only betrayed." The king sighed heavily. "Betrayed! yes--betrayed by the Scotch, amongst whom I was born; whom I have always loved even more so than the English. Oh, traitors that ye are!" "Sire," said Athos, "this is not the time for recrimination, but a time to show yourself a king and a gentleman. Up, sire, up! for…