They galloped through the gate together. He was for turning down the road, but she blocked his horse with her own. During a second the flight was stopped.
“I’m in a hurry just now,” he panted, but made no effort to get by her.
“Up that way!” she cried. “Up that way, past the House!”
“But those pretty boys––”
“The Austrians? They’ll not stop you, I promise.”
“Then it’s our move. Careful, little girl, don’t fall!”
Jacqueline, waving her arm, signaled the Feathers and Furs to make room, and Tiburcio and Ney saw to it that they did. Man and girl raced through them.
“Wait here, Michel!” called Jacqueline, leaving Ney still with thumb to cap at salute. Tiburcio gazed after them.
Lopez ran across the pasture to the colonnade. His red face was redder than ever before. Tiburcio sardonically regarded him. Lopez glared at Ney.
“Why aren’t you in pursuit?” he demanded hotly.