"Then turn here," I said, reining in, "and ride no more with what men call a spy."
But she galloped on, head set, flushed and expressionless, and I spurred to overtake her.
"Turn back!" I said hoarsely. "It may go hard with you if I am taken at the lines!"
"Those passes that Sir Henry gave you—you have them?"
"Yes."
"For Sir Peter and his lady?"
"So they are made out."
"Do they know you at Kingsbridge?"
"Yes. The Fifty-fourth guard it."
"Then how can you hope to pass?"