We will make a shift somehow or another to keep the fellow quiet till sundown to-morrow, which time should see you out of danger." He unbuckled the sword from his waist and laid it on the table, and that simple action somehow touched Wogan to the heart.

He slipped his arm into Gaydon's and said remorsefully,-- "Dick, I do hate to leave you, you and Lucius.

I swept you into the peril, you two, my friends, and now I leave you in the thick of it to find a way out for yourselves.

But there is no remedy, is there?
I shall not rest until I see you both again.

Goodbye, Lucius." He looked at O'Toole sprawling with outstretched legs upon his groaning chair.