"This morning," he said, "I was somewhat jealous of your favour; it
hath not been of a long growth; and now, Sir Richard, it is with a
very good heart that I offer you this horse--to ride away with."
"Suffer me yet a moment," replied Dick. "This favour of mine--
whereupon was it founded?"
"Upon your name," answered Catesby. "It is my lord's chief
superstition. Were my name Richard, I should be an earl to-
morrow."
"Well, sir, I thank you," returned Dick; "and since I am little
likely to follow these great fortunes, I will even say farewell. I
will not pretend I was displeased to think myself upon the road to
fortune; but I will not pretend, neither, that I am over-sorry to
be done with it. Command and riches, they are brave things, to be
sure; but a word in your ear--yon duke of yours, he is a fearsome
lad."
Catesby laughed.
"Nay," said he, "of a verity he that rides with Crooked Dick will
ride deep. Well, God keep us all from evil! Speed ye well."
Thereupon Dick put himself at the head of his men, and giving the
word of command, rode off.
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