The fault on the other side was that they did not examine the cabin of the Florence before they discussed their plans in the standing-room," replied Christy, as he unfastened his horse, and sprang upon his back.

"I have no time to spare now." "There is nothing more to be done here, I believe," added Mr.Watts.
"Not a thing.

You can ride back to the place where the Roman candles are planted, and you need not hurry about it, for the Vampire don't make more than four miles an hour.

Now be particular to carry out my instructions to the letter, Mr.Watts; and you can see that a great deal depends upon which signal you may have occasion to give," added the midshipman.
"I understand what I am to do perfectly, and I will do my duty faithfully, you may be sure," replied the steward, as he mounted his horse.
Christy did not wait for him, but put his steed into a dead run on the moment.

The road was only a cart-path, and it was so soft that the horse's hoofs made no noise to betray his movements to the enemy.