“Yes,” he said, “that will do. Now then; you will take the men, and—”
“Oh no,” I cried, “don’t send me away. I must be in it, Brace.”
He looked at me searchingly.
“It’s a daring thing to do,” he said. “And you are very young yet, my lad.”
“But I brought you the idea.”
“Yes; but carrying it out is another thing. Mr Haynes must come.”
“Oh no,” I cried passionately. “It wouldn’t be fair to me. Besides, it would be with my horses.”
“The Queen’s horses for the time being, my boy. Don’t you see that it will require strength and dash?”
“Yes; and I feel as if I could dash into it.”
“But the risk?”