My horse and my cloak, they brought me here, sirrah." "Nay, they brought me here; but I am not sorry to see you.

I was about to return to the inn, to look for you." I flushed to the roots of my hair, to think how readily I had set this man down as a runaway thief.

Never was a face less deceitful, or a manner less suspicious; and I, if I had not been a fool, might have known as much.
"I did you an injustice," said I, returning my sword, "I believed you had given me the slip, and were--" "A thief," said he, with a scornful curl on his lips.

"I thank you, master 'prentice." I would sooner he had cut at me with his dirk.

But further parley was ended by a sudden noise of horns and a tramp of horses close by.
I sprang to the alert in an instant.
"The bishop's men!" cried I, "we are pursued.