So, Lord Aylward, until we have settled what we are going to do, I must keep you under arrest.

Take him to his tent, Jeekie, and put a guard over him." "Yes, Major, certainly, Major.

Right turn, march! my Lord, and quick, please, since poor, common Jeekie not want dirty his black finger touching you." Aylward obeyed, but at the door of the tent swung round and favoured Alan with a very evil look.
"Luck is with you for the moment, Major Vernon," he said, "but if you are wise you will remember that you never have been and never will be my match.

It will turn again, I have no doubt, and then you may look to yourself, for I warn you I am a bad enemy." Alan did not answer, but for the first time Barbara sprang to her feet and spoke.
"You mean that you are a bad man, Lord Aylward, and a coward too, or otherwise you would not have tortured me as you have done.

Well, when it seemed impossible that I should escape from you except in one way, I was saved by another way of which I never dreamed.