"May He forgive me, and see me safely out of Penrith and into Cromwell's camp, and never again will I resent the resentment of a clown whose sweetheart I have made too free with." "Pluck that feather from your hat," said Crispin.
Hogan obeyed him with a sigh.
"Truly it is written in Scripture that man in his time plays many parts.
Who would have thought to see Harry Hogan playing the Puritan ?" "Unless you improve your acquaintance with Scripture you are not like to play it long," laughed Crispin, as he surveyed him.

"There, man, you'll do well enough.

Your coat is somewhat tight in the back, somewhat short in the skirt; but neither so tight nor so short but that it may be preferred to a winding-sheet, and that is the alternative, Harry." Hogan replied by roundly cursing the coat and his own lucklessness.

That done--and in no measured terms--he pronounced himself ready to set out, whereupon Crispin led the way below once more, and out into a hut that did service as a stable.
By the light of a lanthorn he saddled one of the two nags that stood there, and led it into the yard.

Opening the door that abutted on to a field beyond, he bade Hogan mount.