In your saddle-bag I place a small but weighty packet, which I desire you to hand over to Monmouth upon the day of your arrival in his camp.

As to you, sir,' addressing Decimus Saxon, 'here is a slug of virgin gold for you, which may fashion into a pin or such like ornament.

You may wear it with a quiet conscience, for it is fairly given to you and not filched from your entertainer whilst he slept.' Saxon and I shot a sharp glance of surprise at each other at this speech, which showed that our words of the night before were not unknown to him.

Sir Jacob, however, showed no signs of anger, but proceeded to point out our road and to advise us as to our journey.
'You must follow this sheep-track until you come on another and broader pathway which makes for the West,' said he.

'It is little used, and there is small chance of your falling in with any of your enemies upon it.