hackney will be set up with the day's work, and now he has no fresh horse; he will never get off."
"Egad there will be no moving with the speed of lightning this bout," said Bucklaw, drily. "But stay, you can give him yours."
"What, and be taken myself? I thank you for the proposal," said Craigengelt.
"Why, if the Lord Keeper should have met with a mischance, which for my part I cannot suppose, for the Master is not the lad to shoot an old and unarmed man—but if there should have been a fray at the Castle, you are neither art nor part in it you know, so have nothing to fear."
"True, true," answered the other, with embarrassment; "but consider my commission from Saint Germains."
"Which many men think is a commission of your own making, noble captain. Well, if you will not give him your horse, why, d—n it, he must have mine."
"Yours?" said Craigengelt.
