Mellis threw herself in the long grass.
“Have you forgotten all our gear in that cellar? If you love me, man—hasten.”
“What shall I bring?”
“A suit of light armor, and a wadded coat—and—and—things to go under it.”
He blundered off, calling himself the most imbecile fool that ever was; but before he had got across the orchard he heard Falconer hailing him.
“Martin Valliant—Martin Valliant!”
Martin had other matters to attend to. John Falconer could wait. But he gave him an answering shout,
“Is that Master Falconer?”
“Aye.”
“All’s well.”