Stand there, and let nobody pass.

You understand ?" "Yes, sir." "And whatever you hear, don't look round." Bernenstein's bewilderment grew greater; but Sapt was constable, and on Sapt's shoulders lay the responsibility for the safety of Zenda and all in it.
"Very well, sir," he said, with a submissive shrug, and he drew his sword and stood by the door; he could obey, although he could not understand.
Sapt ran on.

Opening the gate that led to the bridge, he sped across.
Then, stepping on one side and turning his face to the wall, he descended the steps that gave foothold down to the ledge running six or eight inches above the water.

He also was now in the triangle of deep darkness, yet he knew that a man was there, who stood straight and tall, rising above his own height.

And he felt his hand caught in a sudden grip.