“I can find it,” said Ezra.
“Excellent!” Abdallah smiled pleasantly. “At the ‘Indian’s Head’ you will ask for Mr. Pennington. And when he is pointed out to you—by the landlord, mind you—deliver the message to him.”
“Very well,” said Ezra.
“You understand perfectly?” inquired Jason Collyer.
“Perfectly,” replied Ezra, briefly. Then turning to the others he continued, “If that is all you have to say to me, I will be off at once.”
“That is all,” said Major Buckstone; and Abdallah smiled and inclined his hairless head.
They held candles for him as he went out, for night had come on.
“Ride carefully,” warned Major Buckstone. “It will be a dark night.”
“I am used to it,” said the boy, as he unfastened the tall bay and climbed into the saddle. “And then, this nag of mine has eyes like an owl.”
And so, with a shake of the rein and a wave of the hand to the three, the young patriot was off along the dark road, going by the way he had come.