"Yes."
"Is there still time, then?"
"Alas! it was to be at sunrise; and see," he said, with an agonized gesture, pointing to the heavens.
"Oh!" Loyal Heart cried, with a vehemence impossible to be described, "I will save my mother!"
And, bending over the neck of his horse, he set off with frantic rapidity.
The others followed.
He turned round towards Belhumeur.
"Where are you going?" he asked, in a short, sharp tone.
"To help you save your mother, or to die with you."
"Come on, then!" Loyal Heart replied, plunging his spurs into the bleeding sides of his horse.