You know my determination not to be robbed; and indeed robbery at such
a time, and in such a place, was a thing I had little reason to expect.
But a fellow, who was lying in ambush at the turn of the lane,
calculated differently. He imagined nobody to be near, and suddenly
presented himself and his pistol, with a demand of my money.
I made a blow at him with the butt end of my whip, which missed his
head, but fell on his shoulder. My horse started, he fired and missed,
but sprung suddenly forward, and seized hold of the bridle. He had
another pistol which he was preparing, imagining I should be more
intimidated when I found him so desperate. All this happened
immediately after I had passed Anna and Henley; and the latter perhaps
having seen the fellow, and certainly having heard the pistol, flew in
an instant, leaped the hedge, and just as the robber was again
presenting his pistol made a blow, and knocked it out of his hand.
The pistol went off, and the fellow took to his heels. Henley, instead
of pursuing him, stayed to enquire with much earnestness whether I had
received any hurt.
At this very damning speck of time, Fairfax, the keeper and his
scoundrels who had been dogging them came up. There were four of them:
two before and two behind. The undaunted Henley severally knocked down
the two fellows in front, and in an instant would undoubtedly have been
far enough out of all reach; but, in the very act of striking the
second rascal, he received a blow from a bludgeon, dealt by the
blood-hound keeper, which levelled him with the earth.
Never did my heart feel a twinge like that moment! I thought he was
dead! He lay motionless; notwithstanding which the infernal keeper
continued his occupation with unconcern, turned the unresisting body
over, slipped on the straight waistcoat, and bound down his arms.
At length he gave a groan! The instant I heard it I galloped off, full
speed. It was too much for heart to endure!
I soon afterward heard him shout for aid more than once, but to this
they presently put a stop, by forcing a gag into his mouth. They were
not very far distant from the house where he was to be confined, and to
which he was immediately hurried away.
There he at present remains. His morning dialogues, his noon-day walks,
and his nightly raptures are ended. They are things past, never more to
return! Of that torment at least I have rid myself; and others compared
to that are bliss ineffable! I had sworn it should not be! They might
have read the oath largely written on my brow, and ought instinctively
to have known it be the decree of fate!
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