The mob was recovering itself, and each moment brought it reinforcements, while its fury was augmented by the trick we had played it, and the prospect of our escape.
We were under forty, all told; and some men were riding double.

Bezers' eye glanced hastily over his array, and lit on us three.

He turned and gave some order to his lieutenant.

The fellow spurred his horse, a splendid grey, as powerful as his master's, alongside of Croisette, threw his arm round the lad, and dragged him dexterously on to his own crupper.

I did not understand the action, but I saw Croisette settle himself behind Blaise Bure--for he it was--and supposed no harm was intended.