“Ye will come?”

“Please.”

O’Hara sprang up joyfully.

“Good lad! Lud! but I was afraid at one time⁠—Put on your other boot while I go and look for that rascal of yours!” He hurried out of the room to find Jim, who, having foreseen the result of the contest, was already stowing the luggage away on the chaise.

Half-an-hour later, his adieux made, Jim and the baggage following, my lord rode out with O’Hara on his way to Thurze House.