He held himself at that moment a very knave for having dragged this boy into his work of vengeance, and thereby cast a blight upon his life.

He sought for words wherein to give expression to something of what he felt, then realizing how futile and effete all words must prove, he waved his hand in the direction of the road.
"Go, Master Stewart," he muttered.

"Your way is clear." And Kenneth, waiting for no second invitation, rode on and left him.

He rode with gratitude in his heart to the Providence that had caused him so easily to overcome an obstacle that at first he had held impassable.
Stronger grew in his mind the conviction that to fulfil the mission Joseph required of him, he must reach London before Sir Crispin.

The knowledge that he was ahead of him, and that he must derive an ample start from Galliard's mishap, warmed him like wine.
His mind thus relieved from its weight of anxiety, he little recked fatigue, and such excellent use did he make of his horse that he reached Newmarket on it an hour before the morrow's moon.
An hour he rested there, and broke his fast.