He still carried the note.

This he gave to the leader of this midnight expedition.
"Humph!" said the old man in a growl.

"I thought as much." He whispered to his companions.

"Herr Carmichael, I shall have the honor of escorting you back to Dreiberg." "But will it be as easy to go in as it was to come out ?" "Trust you for that.

The American consul's word will be sufficient for our needs." "And if I refuse to give that word ?" "In that case, you will have to use your legs," curtly.
"I prefer to ride." "Thanks.