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If this silent, capacious man, so great a stranger yet so clear a friend, had said that the letter was about a new edition of Virgil, I should have believed him, and also, I fear me, have been equally uninterested. Latin be damned! "Something for you in Oliver's magic-hat," said Margaret smilingly to Master Freake. "He really must fetch something out for himself soon.
And so, in the guest-room of the "Rising Sun," I knelt to my sweet mistress, and, before God and in the presence of Christopher Waynflete, Colonel of Horse in the service of the King of Sweden, and John Freake, citizen of London, Margaret, gravely and serenely beautiful, touched my shoulder with the sword and then girded it upon me.
"Because I set out ten minutes ago to rob you myself." Master Freake gazed casually up and down the hill, and then, fixing his quiet grey eyes on me, said whimsically, "I am a man of peace, and unarmed; the road is of a truth very lonely, and I have considerable sums of money on me." "Yes, I'm quite vexed. This fire-faced scoundrel has upset my plans finely.
"My lord," said Master Freake, "there is a man of mine, one Dot Gibson, at the 'Black Swan, and I shall be greatly beholden to you if you will let your sergeant carry him a note of instructions from me." "Stap me! I'll take it myself," cried his lordship heartily. Master Freake went to a table to write the note. I knew now who it was that had given me the warning.
If I could get permission I would steal an hour or two from sleep to eye them over, and as we walked towards the hearth I got behind my host in my slowness and had to step up smartly to get level with him to make my bow of introduction. I gasped with the shock as I stepped into the arms of Master John Freake. "My dear lad," he cried, "what luck! What luck! How are you? How are they?"
The moment that he was in full view I made an astonishing discovery, and saw an astonishing sight. The discovery was that the solitary horseman, walking his powerful grey with a slack rein, and lost in thought, was Master Freake. The sight was the rush of three men from their lurking-places in the brushwood.
"Slip out and look after Sultan," whispered the Colonel. "I am aide-de-camp to the Prince and cannot come. Take him to the 'Bald-Faced Stag' in the Irongate, to your right across the Square. You should find Margaret there, and Mr. Freake." I was edging out in the tail of the procession when Mr.
My lord pocketed the note and we all crept quietly down to the main door to see him off. The guards made a gallant show in the brilliant moonlight, and Master Freake, taking my arm, dragged me out to watch them canter across the stretch of meadow, and drop out of sight down the hill. "Sleep in peace, Oliver," he said. "Dot Gibson will give us early news of the movements of the enemy."
Master Freake was now wringing my shackled hands delightedly, and a little, deft man, whom I knew on sight to be Dot Gibson, was searching his unresisting lordship's pockets for the key of the irons. A minute later he banged them on the floor and said, "And how do you find yourself, sir?" There's no more to be said about Brocton.
"I'm quite satisfied, my good Master Freake," babbled the Earl. "What lands?" I burst out, unable to hold in my curiosity any longer. "The lands known as the Upper Hanyards in the county of Staffordshire," replied Master Freake. "Well I'm ," cried I, in amazement, but pulling up in time, and Margaret's blue eyes were as wide open as mine.
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