Make for the big tree on the Seigneury road--you know: where you were robbed.

There you'll find the fastest horse from your father's stables.

Then ride, my boy, ride for your life to the State of New York!" "And you--you ?" asked Nicolas.

Ferrol laughed.
"You needn't worry about me, Nic.

I'll get out of this all right; as right as rain! Are you ready?
Steady now, steady.