He rode back to the gate without another word, and Wyatt cried warmly:
“I’d trust that fellow with my life. In an hour, then?”
“Yes,” said Hulton; “we must leave all our heavy stores, and go as a flying column on the march in an enemy’s country.”
“Yes,” said Wyatt with a grim smile: “and the sooner we have got rid of our escort the better.”
“Why?”
“Because there will be no friends in the way of our guns?”
The trumpet rang out, the preparations were made with wonderful celerity, and Dick looked gloomily at the quantity of ammunition and stores that was to be left behind.
“Hadn’t we better blow up the powder before we go?”
“No,” said Wyatt sharply. “Let it be locked up where it is. Who knows but we may come back for a fresh supply?”
Within the hour the captain of the guard was summoned from where he was busy overlooking his men, patrolling the streets and driving the people back; and when he rode into the courtyard he once more gazed round wonderingly.