Whether that be true, you have better means of knowing than I." The swarthy youth turned to Laurence.
"How much money have you, Master O'Halloran?
I have spent all of mine, and this city swine will not lend me a single sou for my expenses.

We must to the stables and follow the Sieur de Retz forthwith to Brittany." "I have ten golden angels which the prior of the convent gave me at my departure," said Laurence, with some pride.
His companion nodded approvingly.
"So much will see us through--that is, with care.

Give them here to me," he added after a moment's thought; "I will pay them out with more economy, being of the country through which we pass." But Laurence, though sufficiently headlong and reckless, had not been born a Scot for naught.
"Wait till there is necessity," he replied cautiously, "and the angels shall not be lacking.

Till then they are quite safe with me.

For security I carry them in a secret place ill to be gotten at hastily." Gilles de Sille turned away with some movement of impatience, yet without saying another word upon the subject.
"To the stables," he said; then turning to the concierge he added, "I suppose we can have horses to ride after my lord ?" "So far as I am concerned," growled Labord, "you can have all the horses you want--and break your necks off each one of them if you will.