I give you my honour that I am serious in what I have said to you.

Do me the favour to mount." Mauleverer then called his favourite servant, who sat in the dickey in front (rumble-tumbles not being then in use).

"Smoothson," said he, "the last time we were attacked on this very road, you behaved damnably.

See that you do better this time, or it may be the worse for you.

You have pistols to-night about you, eh?
Well, that's right! And you are sure they're loaded?
Very well! Now, then, if we are stopped, don't lose a moment.