me, said:--

"We must find a light coach and four good horses. The road will be heavy
with snow, and we must be prepared to travel rapidly."

"Father has four good horses, as strong and swift as any in London,"
suggested Betty. "He has a light coach, too. Let us return to the Old
Swan and prepare to start at once."

"Betty, you are too wise for one of your age and sex," said George. "But
without your wisdom, I don't know what we should have done this night.
Let us go immediately."

Our coachman put his horses to a gallop, we reached the Old Swan in a
short time, and within less than half an hour, a porter informed me that
a coach and four were awaiting us in the courtyard. Pickering lent us
greatcoats and rugs and all things needful to keep us warm. He did not
know the exact reason for our journey, but had learned from Betty that it
was undertaken in an affair of great moment, involving my cousin's
safety.

George and I each carried a heavy sword and a pistol in addition to two
hand guns, primed and charged, which lay in a box on the coach floor. The
drivers on the box were each armed with a sword and a pistol. They had
been reluctant to leave the kitchen fire to face the storm, but when they
had a hint that a fight was possible, and when Pickering offered them a
guinea each, they changed their minds, quickly wrapped themselves in
greatcoats, and were on the box when we came out. George stopped at the
inn door to have a word with Pickering, and while they were talking I
climbed to the top of the front wheel of the coach to give instructions
to the drivers. I told them to drive at a moderate gait down Candlestick
Street and the Strand till they reached Charing Cross; then to turn up
towards Saint-Martin's-in-the-Fields and take the crooked road across
the Common till they reached the Oxford Road. When on the main highway,
they were to travel at full gallop.

"How long is the journey, sir?" asked one of the drivers. "I ask so that
I may know how fast to drive the horses."

"Between six and seven leagues," I answered.

"Ah, they can go that distance at a good pace if we on the box don't
freeze to death," he returned, buttoning up his greatcoat, bringing the
rug tightly about him and drawing on his gloves.

I sprang from the wheel and started to enter the coach just as George
left Pickering, but when I put my foot on the step, I saw a small man
sitting in the furthest corner of the back seat.

"Come, come, what