Neither of them will have his wits before to-morrow.

It will not help us to leave O'Toole to guard the courier." "And we cannot take him," said Wogan.

"There is the Princess to be thought of.

We must leave him, and we cannot leave him alone, for his neck's in danger,--more than in danger if the courier wakes before him." He picked up carefully the scraps of the letter and placed them in the middle of the fire.

They were hardly burnt before Gaydon came into the room with word that horses were already being harnessed to the berlin.
Wogan explained their predicament.
"We must choose which of us three shall stay behind," said he.
"Which of us two," Misset corrected, pointing to Gaydon and himself.
"When the Princess drives into Bologna, Charles Wogan, who first had the high heart to dare this exploit, the brain to plot, the hand to execute it,--Charles Wogan must ride at her side, not Misset, not Gaydon.