Somehow the memory stiffened me to the playing of my own part, helping me to crush back bitter words that I might exhibit the same spirit of recklessness shown by those about me.
"A fine conceit, indeed," I confessed, "and if the pageant be equal to its promise 'twill be well worth the seeing.

What is the purpose, gentlemen ?" "To give Sir William fit farewell," returned Andre, pleased at my unstinted praise.

"And now that the Lord has sent us a fine day, I can promise a festival worthy the herald.

But, Fortesque, if you would have audience with Howe, I advise you to get on, for he will have few spare moments between now and day-dawn to-morrow." We parted with much bowing, Craig and I guiding our horses through the crowded streets, being kept too busy avoiding accidents to exchange conversation.

Howe's headquarters on High Street were not pretentious, and, except for a single sentinel posted at the door, were unguarded.