Here's yer ol' sling waitin' fer ye!" Solomon felt the pistols and stroked their grips with a loving hand.
Side by side they knelt by the bed together for a moment of silent prayer.
Others were stirring in the inn.

They could hear footsteps and low voices in a room near them.

Jack put on his suit of brown velvet and his white silk stockings and best linen, which he had brought in a small bag.

Jack was looking at the pistols, when there came a rap at the door.

Preston entered with Doctor Brooks.
"We are to go out quietly ahead of the others," said the Captain.
"They will follow in five minutes." Solomon had put on the old hanger which had come to England with him in his box.