Ralph was up in an instant.
"I'm ready," he cried abruptly. "What are the orders?"
He had learned much during the past ten days. Despite his jealousy of Captain Protheroe he knew him as one to be relied on, and his love for Barbara forbade him do aught that would increase the difficulties of the one man who could save her.
"We've little time to consider ways and means now," muttered Captain Protheroe, striding about the room as was his wont when in deep thought. "You'll take Mistress Barbara at once out by the north gate (twill not yet be closed) and go by the fields to Mallet, 'tis but a mile hence. Nannie must go too—'tis safe here for her no longer; and she knows the road."
The old dame was called and matters quickly explained to her.
"Very good, Master Miles," she answered, as calmly as though he had bidden her serve his supper. She had implicit faith in her foster-son in all matters save those appertaining to the care of his health.
"To Mallet then, and wait there. Is Johnny Dean still living, Nannie?"
"Why, for sure he is, Master Miles, why not? Shall I take the young mistress thither?"
"Yes, go to Johnny Dean's and wait me there."
"But you? What will you do?" cried Barbara suspiciously.