“Yes,” replied Monk. “Have you any means of getting a horse with a pack-saddle or two paniers?”
“No doubt, at a hundred paces off, in the Scotch camp.”
“Very well.”
“What shall I do with the horse, general?”
“Look here.”
The sergeant descended the three steps which separated him from Monk, and came into the vault.
“You see,” said Monk, “that gentleman yonder?”
“Yes, general.”
“And you see these two casks?”
“Perfectly.”