He called to O'Toole,-- "Ride back to the tavern! Bring the packet without fail!" O'Toole galloped off, and Gaydon drove the carriage to the side of the road.

There was nothing to do but to wait, and they waited in silence, counting up the chances.

There could be no doubt that the landlady, if once she discovered the jewels hidden away in a common packet of clothing, must suspect the travellers who had left them behind.

She would be terrified by their value; she would be afraid to retain them lest harm should come to her; and all Innspruck would be upon the fugitives' heels.

They waited for half an hour,--thirty minutes of gloom and despair.