A few yards further on I met my lord face to face, as he emerged from a lane that led down to the river.

At sight of me he started violently, and his hand went to his mouth.

I slightly bent my head, and rode on past him.

At the gate of the churchyard, a stone's throw from home, I met Master Jeremy Sparrow.
"Well met!" he exclaimed.

"Are the Indians quiet ?" "For the nonce.