It is the only way." "O God, I dare not.

It is a fearsome drop." "Longer, I confess, than they'll give you in an hour's time, if you remain; but it may lead elsewhere." The boy's mouth was parched.

His eyes burned in their sockets, and yet his limbs shook with cold--but not the cold of that September night.
"I'll try it," he muttered with a gulp.

Then suddenly clutching Galliard's arm, he pointed to the window.
"What ails you now ?" quoth Crispin testily.
"The dawn, Sir Crispin.

The dawn." Crispin looked, and there, like a gash in the blackness of the heavens, he beheld a streak of grey.
"Quick, Sir Crispin; there is no time to lose.