"Well?"
"I shall go with you."
"So will I!" Roye exclaimed. His pale face showed that he did not speak lightly.
The ranger put out his hands and gripped those which were stretched out to him.
"I counted on you both," he said quietly.
"When shall we start?" Herman asked.
"Now."
Roye turned his back on the others and gazed into the fire, but a few moments later he swung round again.
"I said I would go, and so I will. But 'tis too great a venture without asking God's help before we start," he said, dropping on his knees at the table. The others did the same, and buried their faces in their hands while the elder man prayed concerning this dangerous enterprise, and asked that William Tyndale might have a safe deliverance.
"Now I can go in double strength," cried the ranger, still on his knees; and there was something exalted in his tone and a look on his face that is rare with men. "Please God, we'll have that dear man here before the dawn comes!"