"Well, Boss," he said, awaiting instructions.
"My horse ready, Bill?"
Hal referred to the fresh horse he had ordered to be ready for the fight.
"As you ordered, sir."
"I'll catch the Overland Limited at Carbon. Send my things after me."
"Yes, sir," and Bill disappeared into the stable.
"You are going," said Wah-na-gi in a scarce audible whisper. "Where?"
"Back to London. Back home—no, not home. This is home to me."
Wah-na-gi crept to McCloud like a timid child.
"Must he go?"