“Pistols?”

“Ready primed, sir.”

“Good. I shall be in Lewes in time for dinner⁠—with luck.”

“Yes, sir. Ye⁠—ye will have a care?” anxiously.

“Have I not told you?” He straightened in the saddle, touched the mare with his heel, and bestowing a quick smile and a nod on his man, trotted easily away.