If ever a man worked quickly and silently it was I. In less time than it takes me to tell I had thrown Black Ben's saddle across his back and buckled the girths thereof. As the saddle-bags contained nought of value, I had no trouble with them, and before a minute had passed away the bridle was around my horse's head. "Come, my boy," I whispered, "there is a hard gallop before you, so we must haste." Whether he understood me or no I dare not say, but he whinnied as though he knew my will, and followed my lead into the yard. I had opened the gate on entering, and it had struck me, even as I had done this, how easy it would have been for a horse-thief to enter the stable and take whatever nag he pleased, as far as the ostler was concerned. Not that I troubled about Black Ben, for no man but myself had been on his back since he was foaled, neither, for that matter, dare any man do this. For while he was obedient to my hand, and was as gentle as a lamb with me, he would not suffer another to mount him. In truth, the ostler was afraid of him when I brought him in, neither would Black Ben have allowed him even to bring his corn had I not spoken to him, and bidden him be quiet. I had no fear, therefore, that any man would steal him. Thus when I unfastened the stable gate with so much ease, I had no fear that I should not find him waiting for me. As I led him out into the yard Black Ben pricked up his ears, as though he heard strange sounds, and on seeing this my heart sank in my shoes, for I heard a number of people running, and as far as I could judge they were coming towards the inn. "Where is he? Is he gone?" "Where is who gone?" This question was asked by some one who stood by the front door of the inn. "The young stranger from London." "Why, what hath he done?" "Spirited away Master Leslie's daughter. Where is he?" "In bed hours ago, I expect. He drank nought, but just listened to what the rest were saying." "Hath he paid his count?" "Nay. He hath had nought but boiled beef for his supper, and a pint of ale to wash it down. That is but a little matter. Then when he hath paid for his bed and breakfast, he will owe me but a crown." "But is he in bed?" "Nay, I know not. This is not a time to know whether a man be in bed or no. Every man hath desired to drink the king's health, and so I have e'en been kept busy drawing ale. But I will send and find out." "Ay, send and find out. But did you not see him go away with Master Sturgeon?" "That did I not. Have I not told you that I have been over-busy to-night?" "Well, he must be found. It is he who hath spirited away Master Leslie's daughter." "Nay, man, how could he do that?" "He wellnigh killed Master Sturgeon, locked him in the county gaol, took his keys, and liberated the maid. I tell you he hath done this." "A pretty cock-and-bull story!"