Then he put one of those boots into a stirrup, threw his leg over the saddle, and was hurtling across the duc's stable-yard before he could even get himself situated properly. Turk wanted out of here as badly as he did. Jack had intended to look for a back exit, but Turk was having none of that, and took him out the way Churchill had ridden him in: straight through a gate into what Jack reckoned must be the main courtyard of the Hôtel d'Arcachon.