He was just as buoyant, just as keen as his friend, but the leaven of sentiment raised his sporting instincts to perhaps a higher plane of self-devotion.
"Well, now, to recapitulate," he said, in turn following with his finger the indicated route on the map.

"Tony and I and the coal-cart will await you on this spot, at the corner of the towpath on Sunday evening at nine o'clock." "And your signal, Blakeney ?" asked Tony.
"The usual one," replied Sir Percy, "the seamew's cry thrice repeated at brief intervals.

But now," he continued, turning to Armand and Hastings, who had taken no part in the discussion hitherto, "I want your help a little further afield." "I thought so," nodded Hastings.
"The coal-cart, with its usual miserable nag, will carry us a distance of fifteen or sixteen kilometres, but no more.

My purpose is to cut along the north of the city, and to reach St.Germain, the nearest point where we can secure good mounts.

There is a farmer just outside the commune; his name is Achard.