'Wait here until you see me return, or until you see you are going to be attacked.

In the first case, stay for me, of course; in the second, save yourself as you please.

Lastly, if neither event occurs before half-past five--you will hear the convent-bell yonder ring at the half-hour--begone, and take the horses; they are yours, And one word more,' I added hurriedly.

'If you can only get away with one horse, Simon, take the Cid.

It is worth more than most men, and will not fail you at a pinch.' As I turned away, I gave him one look to see if he understood.