If it fall into the hands of an enemy, you and I, ay and your master, and all that belongs to you will perish.

Ah, the folly of the man to trust such a missive to this thick-headed blunderer! What time lost, what labour wasted, what peril run, what ruin on our holy cause!" I was well out of temper by this time, and, but that he looked so miserable and ill-fed, I would have rattled his bones a bit.

At last: "That cloak," said he, coming up to me, "contained papers sent by your master to me; which, if they be found on any one's person, mean Tyburn.
Do you understand that ?" "Yes," said I, beginning to see the drift of his coil, "and if you had told me so at first, I had been half-way back to get it by this time.
Heaven is my witness, you are welcome to the cloak if that is what it contains; and I doubt not my friend will give it up to do you a pleasure." "Hasten!" cried he, with tears of vexation in his eyes, "there is not a moment to be lost--nay, I will go with you.

Where did you leave it?
Come!" "Nay," said I, remembering it for the first time, "I am not very sure where it was.

'Twas at a river-side inn, about four miles from here." "And who is your friend?
Is he a true man ?" "I know not that either," said I.