“Don’t let the priests do anything to you for profaning their place. If they kill you, I promise you, though, that I’ll blow the temple up, if that’s any comfort to you.”
“Oh, thank you; that is good of you!” cried Dick, laughing. “Now, I call that friendly.”
“Don’t chaff. You mind what you are about, and take care of yourself. If you are not back in three hours from now, I shall call out half the troop and come in search of you.”
“Mounted?” said Dick mockingly.
“Bah!”
“And with a couple of guns?”
“Be off at once before it gets hotter. I want to go and see Hulton myself.”
As the call on the captain was more to keep him from feeling dull than anything else, Dick buckled on his sword, crossed the court, acknowledged the sentry’s salute, and passed out, to go up and down several crooked streets, at the end of one of which, as he was crossing from the sunny to the shady side of the way, he noticed something which made him stop short and turn as soon as he had passed round a corner, when he met Hanson, now quite convalescent, face to face.
The man looked staggered at the unexpected meeting, but drew himself up and saluted.
“There you are again, then, Hanson,” said Dick sharply.