De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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He seemed, however, in no degree ashamed of his cowardice. "I own it!
I own it!" cried he; "I have nothing of Achilles about me but the
name. I am vulnerable from top to toe; and so great a coward into the
bargain, that I think the only wise thing my great namesake ever did,
was in staying away so long from the fields of Troy; and the most
foolish thing in going back again at all."
CHAPTER XXIII.
The horses of the smugglers were accustomed to hard service, and
therefore soon refreshed, so that when we again mounted, they wanted
but little of the vigour with which they had at first set out. Still,
however, twenty leagues lay between us and Barcelona, and since my
unfortunate encounter with the trooper, the necessity became more
urgent of arriving there with all speed. Nevertheless, it was in vain
that we spurred on as rapidly as we could, even little Achilles
exerting himself in proportion to his ideas of the danger; night fell
upon our journey ere it was more than two thirds finished, and as we
could not arrive before the gates were shut, we were obliged to pause
and await the return of day at a small town about ten miles from
Barcelona. Here, however, all was quiet, and I judged from the
tranquillity that no news had yet reached this place from Lerida;
concluding, also, that the soldado, whose wounded horse must have been
soon exhausted, had not yet passed through. In this case there was
still hope of arriving at the city before the insurrection was known,
so that we might embark on board any vessel about to quit the port
immediately, or even hire one of the light boats that are continually
running across the Gulf of Lyons, between Barcelona and Marseilles.
The next morning, an hour before day-break, we were again upon our
journey, and arrived at the gates of the city not long after they were
opened. A crowd of country people were going in, carrying fruit and
milk, and other articles of consumption to the town, and mingling
amongst the horses and mules that bore these supplies, we endeavoured
to pass in unnoticed. All proceeded very well for some way, till we
passed the guard-house near the inner gate: in fact, we had proceeded
a few paces beyond, when suddenly a couple of soldiers rushed out,
half a dozen more followed, and I was knocked off my horse by a
violent blow on my head, which they chose to bestow upon me with a
prospective view to prevent my resisting.
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