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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: warm again at the thought of the little packet I carried
in my boot. But the landlord's dry manner, the sullen
silence of his two companions, whose eyes steadily
refused to meet mine, chilled me again. For an instant
the impulse to refuse to mount, to refuse to go, was
almost irresistible; then, knowing the madness of such a
course, which might, and probably would, give the men
the chance they desired, I crushed it down and went
slowly to my stirrup.
'I wonder you do not want my sword,' I said by way of
sarcasm, as I swung myself up.
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