Up, Dennis, and get ready! Take care that no one turns the straw upon my bed, brave Barnaby; we know what's underneath it--eh?
Now, master, quick! What you have to say, say speedily, for the little captain and a cluster of 'em are in the fields, and only waiting for us.
Sharp's the word, and strike's the action.

Quick!' Barnaby was not proof against this bustle and despatch.

The look of mingled astonishtnent and anger which had appeared in his face when he turned towards them, faded from it as the words passed from his memory, like breath from a polished mirror; and grasping the weapon which Hugh forced upon him, he proudly took his station at the door, beyond their hearing.
'You might have spoiled our plans, master,' said Hugh.

'YOU, too, of all men!' 'Who would have supposed that HE would be so quick ?' urged Gashford.
'He's as quick sometimes--I don't mean with his hands, for that you know, but with his head--as you or any man,' said Hugh.

'Dennis, it's time we were going; they're waiting for us; I came to tell you.