“Oh yes, he will,” said Andrew excitedly. “Come on.”
“Mind, I never see you go by,” said the man.
“Of course you didn’t,” said Andrew; “and I can’t see you; it’s too dark yet.”
They set off running, and the next minute were at the gate opening on to the Park, where another sentry challenged them.
“I’m Mr Frank Gowan, Captain Sir Robert Gowan’s son, and this is Mr Andrew Forbes, Prince’s page.”
“Yes, I know you, young gentlemen; but where’s the password?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Andrew impatiently. “Don’t stop us, or they’ll get it over before we’re there. Look here; come to our rooms any time to-day, and ask for us. We’ll give you a guinea to let us go.”
“I dursn’t,” said the man, in a whisper.
“Which way did they go?” said Frank, trembling now with anxiety.
“Strite acrost under the trees there. They’ve gone to the bit of a wood down by the water.”