“At last!” said a voice from the hedge-side, just beyond where the last oil lamp shed a few dim rays across the road. “I thought you were never coming.”
“Don’t talk. Have you everything ready?”
“Yes, everything. It is only a cart, but it will take you easily.”
“And are you sure of the road?”
“Certain. I’ve done it twice so as to be sure.”
“Good horse?”
“Capital. We can get over the twenty miles in three hours, and catch the York coach easily by twelve. It does not pass before then.”
“Mind, Stephen, I’m trusting you in this. If you fail me—”
“If I fail you! Bah! Did I ever fail you?”
“No, never.”