CHAPTER 16: A Huguenot Prayer Meeting.
"That was a good shot, Pierre," Philip said, as they ran; "and has probably saved my life." "I am accustomed to throw straight, sir.

My dinner has frequently depended on my knocking down a bird with a stone, and it was not often that I had to go without it.
"They are making a rare hubbub, back at the inn." Loud shouts were heard behind them.
"We have plenty of time," Philip said, as he moderated the pace at which they had started.

"The men will be confused at first, knowing nothing of what it all means.

Then they will have to get the horses out of the stables." "And then they will have trouble," Pierre added.
"What trouble, Pierre ?" "I gave a hint to Eustace," Pierre said with a laugh, "that it would be just as well, before he mounted, to cut off all the bridles at the rings.

A nice way they will be in, when they go to mount!" "Did you cut their bridles for them, Eustace ?" he asked, as they came up to the others.
"Ay, and their stirrup leathers, too, Pierre." "Good, indeed!" Philip exclaimed.