"Man, are you bent on driving me into it ?" The servant came near to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"You went into as great a thing once before, sir," said he.
"It was to save the king." "And this is to save the queen and yourself.

For if we don't do it, the truth about my master must be known." Sapt made him no answer.

They sat down again in silence.
There they sat, sometimes smoking, never speaking, while the tedious afternoon wore away, and the shadows from the trees of the forest lengthened.

They did not think of eating or drinking; they did not move, save when James rose and lit a little fire of brushwood in the grate.
It grew dusk and again James moved to light the lamp.

It was hard on six o'clock, and still no news came from Strelsau.
Then there was the sound of a horse's hoofs.