These men, these spies, these constables, whatever they may be, will lie in wait for me about the house that morning.

If they don't find me at my father's funeral they'll then believe that I must have gone.

Do _you_ hold the mare's head, Robbie--mind that.

When you get to the top of the pass, perhaps some one will relieve you--perhaps so, perhaps not.

You understand ?" "I do." "Let nothing interfere with this plan as I give it you.