A Lad of Grit: A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea in Restoration TimesWesterman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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A Lad of Grit: A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea in Restoration Times
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Juvenile fiction
Then like a lightning flash the thought swept across my mind that,
having seen the landlord give me a sum of silver, they had followed me
to this lonesome spot.
I immediately sprang to my feet, and walked sharply onwards through the
cutting. Ever and anon I looked back, and found that they were
increasing their pace into almost a trot; so, directly I had put the
brow of the hill betwixt them and me, I ran steadily but not too swiftly
down the road. Even as I ran I took in my surroundings. In front was
the long, white road, still descending till it turned to the left beyond
a grassy spur of the hill that hid it from view, though at a
considerable distance from it. Here and there were a few stunted bushes,
too scanty to afford shelter, while not a habitation nor a human being
was to be seen.
Again I looked back. Notwithstanding the climb, the men had gained on
me, and were even now running at full speed down the incline--not two
hundred yards away. One had out-distanced the others, yet all three
were keeping up a rapid pace.
Instinctively I increased my speed to the utmost, and, with my elbows
pressed closely against my sides, swung down the road in a vain
endeavour to meet a friendly being, or at least to outdistance my
pursuers.
Once round that bend, surely there would be a house or some succour; but
no, only another stretch of chalky road. Then I thought to leave the
road and climb the steep, grassy slope on my left, and before my
pursuers had turned the corner I was staggering madly up the bank,
where, under the frail shelter of a stunted bush, I lay down and panted
like a hunted hare.
In a very short time the first of my pursuers appeared round the bend.
It was the one with the scarred face, and, being in addition grimed with
sweat and dust, and panting heavily, he presented a truly ferocious
aspect.
When he saw the open road with no sign of his quarry he stopped,
swearing and blaspheming horribly, till his fellow rogues came up. From
my hiding place I could distinctly hear and see all, they being but
forty yards away, and some fifty feet below me. In spite of my terror I
kept them in view, and, being weaponless, I looked around for some means
of defence. Close to my feet was a large rabbit hole, and knowing from
past experience that these animals frequently throw up flints and other
stones from their burrows, I plunged my hand into the newly excavated
earth, and to my delight found a large jagged flint, and soon after my
armoury consisted of five good-sized stones. Then a piece of wood,
lying within two yards of the bush, and evidently a part of a hurdle,
met my eye. This I seized, but the act led to my undoing, for one of
the men, happening to look my way, saw me as I cautiously backed towards
my shelter.
A volley of hideous oaths greeted my discovery, and immediately the
black-bearded fellow and the man who had proved the fastest of the three
began to climb the hill.
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