'Not for a fool,' Guy rejoined, tightening his lip; 'but now is your time to prove yourself one.'
'With you, or without you, I enter that castle!'
'Oh! if you want to be served up hot for the Baron's supper-mess, by all means.'
'Thunder!' growled Schwartz Thier, 'aren't ye moving?'
The Goshawk beckoned Farina aside.
'Act as I tell you, or I'm for Cologne.'
'Traitor!' muttered the youth.
'Swearing this, that if we fail, the Baron shall need a leech sooner than a bride.'
'That stroke must be mine!'
The Goshawk griped the muscle of Farina's arm till the youth was compelled to slacken it with pain.