"Good. We start to-morrow morning at dawn. Therefore have every man ready!"
"Yes, captain!"
"The man who rides the sorrel horse will ride northward before dawn. By whichever gate he passes, he must be caught and made to ride with us, whether he likes it or not, without noise or fuss."
"Yes, captain!"
"Where is the lieutenant?"
"He is at the Blue Angel, captain!"
"Good! To-morrow at dawn!"
Nigel found the lieutenant sitting down to a dish of scrambled eggs with a plentiful dressing of chopped ham.
"There is veal to follow, and then a couple of ducks!" said the lieutenant, concluding the remark with a great gurgle of beer in the recesses of a huge tankard.
Nigel made haste to catch up with the lieutenant.