A short distance farther he arrived at a village. A peasant, with a horse and cart, was standing in front of a cabaret.
"Do you want to earn two crowns?" he asked the man.
The latter nodded.
"Two crowns are not easily earned," he said. "I was just starting for Montreuil but, if it pays me better to go in another direction, I must put that journey off until tomorrow."
"I want you to carry me to Doue," he said, "at the best speed of which your horse is capable."
The countryman looked at him doubtfully. His clothes were not yet dry. Leigh saw that the man was not sure of his power to fulfil his promise. He therefore produced two crowns, and held them up.
"By Saint Matthew," he said, "it is the first silver I have seen for months. I will take you."
Leigh jumped up beside the peasant. The latter at once whipped up his horse, and started at a brisk trot.
"You know that the Catholic Army is there?" he asked.
"Yes, I know. I belong to it myself. I have been with it from the first."