Jeremy soothed him.
"That's just our business, Mr. Durrell; don't waste time, sir, by shouting at the moon."
He turned to the men.
"Run, you beggars; bring the horses round from the orchard. And Tom, my man, bring my sword. It stands against the apple-tree where I was dozing. It's tally-ho, and a moonlit gallop."
Jasper was sitting on the grass with the smith at work upon the leg irons and handcuffs.
"There is a horse for me, Jeremy?"
"Do you think you are fit to ride?"
"Do you think I am going to stay behind?"
"You can't sit a horse after three weeks in irons."
"I can ride Devil Dick.".