Indulge me now by asking no more, and wait until we meet again.

Give me the horse, and quickly." "But you must be seconded!" cried the other.

"This is too unusual.
Consider!" Yet all the time he was giving a hand at the stirrup of Law, who sprang up and was off before he had time to formulate his own wonder.
"Who and what is he ?" muttered the young nobleman to himself as he gazed after the retreating form.

"He rides well, at least, as he does everything else well.

'Till I return,' forsooth, 'till I return!' Gad! I half wish you had never come in the first place, my Bloody Scotland!" As for Law, he rode swiftly, asking at times his way, losing time here, gaining it again there, creating much hatred among foot folk by his tempestuous speed, but giving little heed to aught save his own purpose.
In time he reached Bradwell Street and flung himself from his panting horse in front of the dingy door of the lodging house.