It is no State matter that you have chanced upon, but one that touches a man in whom I am interested very nearly." The sergeant's eyes were full of questions, but Hogan enlightened him no further.
"You will ride back to your post at once, Beddoes," he commanded.
"Should Lord Oriel fall into your hands, as we hope, you will send him to me.

But you will continue to patrol the road, and demand the business of all comers.

I wish one Crispin Galliard, who should pass this way ere long, detained, and brought to me.

He is a tall, lank man--" "I know him, sir," Beddoes interrupted.

"The Tavern Knight they called him in the malignant army--a rakehelly, dissolute brawler.