His heart swelled with pride at the success of his achievement.
In a short while up rode Lord Claud, cool and smiling.
"Well done, Tom; that was gallantly done.

But we have lost one of our good steeds, and you have lost your mask.

I trust that none saw your face ?" "It came off when the horse plunged and reared, and I was cumbered with the moneybags," answered Tom.

"Yet I doubt if any who saw me would know my face again; the soot upon my forehead at least would make it hard to be sure of the face.

And none were very nigh at hand." "Give me the bags, and take you my stirrup, and we will wend our way back as fast as may be.