"Once there, we can obtain fresh horses.

You will not fail me now, Giacopo!" "There will be delays, perforce, at Cagli," he reminded her, "and, meanwhile, there are these to guide the Borgia sbirri." And he pointed to the tracks we were leaving in the snow.
She turned from him, and addressed herself to the other three.
"You will stand by me, my friends," she cried.

"Giacopo, here, is a coward; but you are better men." They stirred, and one of them was momentarily moved into a faint semblance of valour.
"We will go with you, Madonna," he exclaimed.

"Let Giacopo remain behind, if so he will." But Giacopo was a very ill-conditioned rogue; neither true himself, nor tolerant, it seemed, of truth in others.
"You will be hanged for your pains when you are caught!" he exclaimed, "as caught you will be, and within the hour.

If you would save your necks, stay here and make surrender." His speech was not without effect upon them, beholding which, Madonna leapt from the litter, the better to confront them.