"Selden, fall me out with six cross-bowmen; hunt me her down.

I care not what it cost; but, at my returning, let me find her at the Moat House.

Be it upon your head.

And now, sir messenger, we march." And the troop broke into a good trot, and Selden and his six men were left behind upon the street of Kettley, with the staring villagers..