If they would not let him live as a peaceable citizen--well, he would give them something to remember him by! Quickly he made his way along, running like a hare when the street was empty, but always observing caution, and only striding along like a man in haste when there were passers by to note him.

He felt sure that Rosamund's quick wits would do much to gain time and give him a start; and, sure enough, he reached the stable yard where Lord Claud's horses were kept without a sign or sound of pursuit.
As luck would have it, there was the master himself standing in the yard talking to his headman.
Tom strode straight up to him with a strange gleam in his eyes, for he knew not even now whether this man were friend or foe.
"I am come for the mare," he said briefly; "you remember your promise ?" Lord Claud gave him a swift, keen glance, as though he heard a new note in Tom's voice.
"I do.

I will not fail you," he said very quietly.
Then to the man standing by, "Bring out Nell Gwynne.

You have your instructions.

See that nothing is forgotten." The man vanished into the dark stable.