Good-bye, and Heaven guard you!" "God guard you, Blakeney!" said Sir Andrew fervently.
He jumped into the cart and gathered up the reins.

His heart was heavy as lead, and a strange mist had gathered in his eyes, blurring the last dim vision which he had of his chief standing all alone in the gloom, his broad, magnificent figure looking almost weirdly erect and defiant, his head thrown back, and his kind, lazy eyes watching the final departure of his most faithful comrade and friend..