And he began taking down three sets of harness, which he threw on three horses' backs.
"Mind, master," said the post master, as he followed Jean, leading the horses out to the coach, "this is high treason."
"I am not stealing the royal horses but taking them on loan."
The innkeeper rushed at the reins but the strong man sent him spinning.
"Brother, oh, brother!" screamed Chon.
"Only her brother!" muttered Gilbert.
[CHAPTER XV.]
TAVERNEY TO THE RESCUE.
At this period a window in the cottage opened and a lovely woman's face appeared, above the Arabian courser, the uproar having aroused her.
"The very person wanted," cried Jean. "Fair lady, I offer you five hundred pistoles for your horse."