At this instant Sapt came up.
"The horses are all right; there's the own brother to the one that brought you here.

But you may save yourself that job." "I'll not go before he's buried." "Yes, you will." "Not I, Colonel Sapt; not for all Ruritania." "You fool!" said he.

"Come here." He drew me to the door.

The moon was sinking, but about three hundred yards away, coming along the road from Zenda, I made out a party of men.
There were seven or eight of them; four were on horseback and the rest were walking, and I saw that they carried long implements, which I guessed to be spades and mattocks, on their shoulders.
"They'll save you the trouble," said Sapt.

"Come along." He was right.