He could neither ease it, nor dam it altogether, and he did not know what to do.
As he rode through Froggatt, he saw a group of saddle-horses standing at the inn door, but thought nothing of it, till a man ran out of the door, still holding his pot, and saluted him, and he recognised him to be one of Mr.Babington's men.
"My master is within, sir," he said; "he bade me look out for you." Robin drew rein, and as he did so, Anthony, too, came out.
"Ah!" he said.

"I heard you would be coming this way.

Will you come in?
I have something to say to you." Robin slipped off, leaving his mare in the hands of Anthony's man, since he himself was riding alone, with his valise strapped on behind.
It was a little room, very trim and well kept, on the first floor, to which his friend led him.

Anthony shut the door carefully and came across to the settle by the window-seat.
"Well," he said, "I have bad news for you, my friend.

Will you forgive me?
I have seen your father and had words with him." "Eh ?" "I said nothing to you before," went on the other, sitting down beside him.