I must reach Worrel by sunrise." "And so you shall.

The fleetest steed in my stables shall carry you.
But come to Kingsland and rest for the night.

If you will not accept my thanks, accept at least the shelter of my roof." The boy seemed to hesitate.
The baronet look advantage of that momentary hesitation and drew his arm through his own.

There was not a prouder man in wide England, but this unknown lad had saved his life, and Sir Everard was only two-and-twenty, and full of generous impulses.
"Come," he said, "don't be obstinate.

You own to being footsore and weary.