'I hope to find a relay at Chichester, and time presses.

Work for the cause now, or be slaves for ever.

Farewell!' He clambered into his saddle, and we heard the clatter of his hoofs dying away down the London road.
'The time hath come for you to go, Micah,' said my father solemnly.' Nay, wife, do not weep, but rather hearten the lad on his way by a blithe word and a merry face.

I need not tell you to fight manfully and fearlessly in this quarrel.

Should the tide of war set in this direction, you may find your old father riding by your side.