After they had ridden together for some minutes, Ethan asked:
“Have you seen anything of a carriage on the road, Captain McHale?”
“I have. One passed me some hours ago. A fat Frenchman in it demanded the road of me and flew into a rage because I would not leap me horse into a ditch to accommodate him. He seemed to be in a great hurry, so he did.”
“Our man,” said Ethan to Longsword.
“No doubt of it,” answered the dragoon.
The seaman looked from one to the other questioningly.
“Ye are wanting this gentleman, then?” asked he.
“We are,” said Longsword. “And we’re wanting him more than we ever wanted anything in our lives before.”
“You may come up wid him.”
“It’s not likely, if he is hours ahead of us.”