“I will lay down my life for you,” said Vijal.
“I don’t want your life,” returned Potts. “I want his.”
“You shall have it,” exclaimed Vijal.
Potts said no more. He handed Vijal his purse in silence. The latter took it without a word. Potts then went toward the bank, and Vijal stood alone in the road.
CHAPTER LV. — ON THE ROAD.
On the following morning Brandon started from the Hall at an early hour. He was on horseback. He rode down through the gates. Passing through the village he went by the inn and took the road to Denton.
He had not gone far before another horseman followed him. The latter rode at a rapid pace. Brandon did not pay any especial attention to him, and at length the latter overtook him. It was when they were nearly abreast that Brandon recognized the other. It was Vijal.
“Good-morning,” said Vijal.