"He will think it curiously sudden. Besides, if he thinks to meet and pay his men in that neighbourhood to-morrow, he will not be for any three days' journey to-night."
"Most men will defer paying money, when their interests require. I can but try sending him."
"And if he refuse to stir? What will you then?"
"Kill him! There will be enough of us, in good sooth."
"Ay, no doubt," acquiesced Sir Clement, carelessly. "Methinks the weather bodes a change," he added, looking at the sky. "It may rain to-night."
"Rain or shine, storm or fair," replied Master Jerningham, his eyes aglow, "I feel it within me, this is the night shall give me my desire."
[CHAPTER XV.]
RAVENSHAW FALLS ASLEEP.