I knew the man and his ways, and I was sure that it boded ill to me.
But I had no pistols, and only my sword and knife, and I knew that resistance at this point must be worse than vain.

I went out jauntily, therefore, the landlord coming after me with my saddle and bags.
The street was empty, save for the two waiting horsemen who sat in their saddles looking doggedly before them, The sun had not yet risen, the air was raw.

The sky was grey, cloudy, and cold.

My thoughts flew back to the morning on which I had found the sachet--at that very spot, almost at that very hour, and for a moment I grew warm again at the thought of the little packet I carried in my boot.

But the landlord's dry manner, the sullen silence of his two companions, whose eyes steadily refused to meet mine, chilled me again.