Receding footsteps.... "Faithfullest servant that ever man had!"
CHAPTER VII
HEY HO! AND A RUMBELOW!
They had ridden over London Bridge.
The night was dark, and a wind was beginning to rise. Again, here and there about the bridge, soldiers were lounging, but Commendone and his servant passed over successfully. He was recognised from the last time, three nights ago. As they walked their horses through the scattered houses immediately at the southern end of the bridge, Johnnie spoke to Hull.
"I have plans," he said quietly; "my mind is full of them. But I can give you no hint until we are there and doing. Be quick at the uptake, follow me in all I do, but if necessary act thyself, and remember that we are desperate men upon an adventure as desperate. Let nothing stand in the way, as I shall not."
For answer he heard a low mutter, almost a growl, and they rode on in silence.
Both were cool and calm, strung up to the very highest point, every single faculty of mind and body on the alert and poised to strike.