"Do as you wish," he replied, respectfully.
The young girl folded her arms across her breast, raised her looks heavenward with an inspired air for some minutes. One could see by her thoughtful brow, from the compression of her coraline lips, that she was praying. Her face was radiant, her eyes were full of tears. She seemed transfigurated.
The two men, despite their rude aspect and rough natures, stood respectfully beside her, utterly cowed, overcome, crushed under the weight of her purity and innocence. They stood before her hat in hand.
When her short and ardent prayer was over, the girl turned to them with an ineffable smile.
"Now, gentlemen," she said, bowing to the two men who she saw were henceforth her slaves, "I am quite ready."
The outlaw and his companion bowed and followed behind as she led the way outside.
Camotte was there, as was also the valorous Tête de Plume, holding the horses.
Tom Mitchell led Miss Angela to the mare Lara, which he had ordered to be saddled, and held the stirrup respectfully.
"Mount," he said, just as if he had been speaking to a princess in her own right.
Then, as soon as the outlaw had given some last whispered directions to Camotte, they started, Tom Mitchell riding at the head of the little band.