"Betty you are right; order the two horses to be saddled mine and the groom's, with a pillion on which you can ride, for I will not send you or go alone, understand that this sailor has his own horse." The man nodded, and accompanied Betty to the stable.

Then Margaret took pen and wrote hastily to Peter, telling him of their evil chance, and bidding him follow her at once to the ship, or, if it had sailed to the warehouse.

"I am loth to go," she added "alone with a girl and a strange man, yet I must since my heart is torn with fear for my beloved father.
Sweetheart, follow me quickly." This done, she gave the letter to that servant who had shown in the sailor, bidding him hand it, without fail, to Master Peter Brome when he came, which the man promised to do.
Then she fetched plain dark cloaks for herself and Betty, with hoods to them, that their faces might not be seen, and presently they were mounted.
"Stay!" said Margaret to the sailor as they were about to start.

"How comes it that my father did not send one of his own men instead of you, and why did none write to me ?" The man looked surprised; he was a very good actor.
"His people were tending him," he said, "and he bade me to go because I knew the way, and had a good, hired horse ashore which I have used when riding with messages to London about new timbers and other matters.

As for writing, the physician began a letter, but he was so slow and long that Master Castell ordered me to be off without it.