Art sure that thou canst do all as it should be done?
Thou and Bertram will have all the last arrangements to carry through.

How my heart will be in my mouth until I see thee and my double approaching in the gray light of the morning!" "I trow we shall not disappoint thee!" cried the boy excitedly; adding after a moment's pause, "Methinks in the matter of artifice both Bertram and I can beat thee, albeit thou art the best of us in other matters.

What a boon that that fat, slothful, ignorant monk no longer shares this room! That might have been a rare trouble.
But since he loves well the soft bed of the guest chamber in lieu of these hard pallets, he is not like to trouble us again.

They put their trust in the spies around the house.

Let their spies do their worst, I trow we shall outwit them yet." And the boys took hands again and renewed their impromptu triumph dance.