"Greville, you know that I am not a revengeful man by nature, but I swear that that villain dies by my hand."
"Then why didn't you kill him at Haarlem?"
"And get hanged for my pains? No, no! 'Tis a waiting game."
Presently Felgate joined us, and together we slipped out of the house, crossed the street, and entered the establishment that Nicholas Wade ran under the designation of posting stables.
The owner, bald-headed, high-shouldered, and bow-legged like many of his class, came forth and mincingly asked what we required.
"Horses, man, horses! The best you have in your stables.
"For how long, your honour?"
"As long as it serves us. This bay will suit me."
"And I take a fancy to that black mare," added Drake.
"Nay, you've forestalled me," rejoined Felgate laughingly. "But no matter, the brown nag will serve me, for of a verity I feel more at home in a jollyboat than on the back of that beast."