'I will have three of your geese to take with us,' he said. 'Kill me
them presently.'
Lascelles looked after him as he strode away round the house with the
long paces of a stiff horseman.
'Before God,' he laughed, 'that is one way to have information about a
quean. Now are we prisoners whilst he inquires after your character.'
'Oh, alack!' Mary Hall said, and she cast up her hands.
'Well, we are prisoners till he come again,' her brother said
good-humouredly. 'But this is a foul hole. Come out into the sunlight.'