In a word, fly with me ere it be too late.

A smuggler's vessel waits me off the coast of Dorset: in three days from this I sail.

Be my companion.

We can both rein a fiery horse, and wield a good sword.

As long as men make war one against another, those accomplishments will prevent their owner from starving, or--" "If employed in the field, not the road," interrupted Tomlinson, with a smile,--"from hanging.