Now, the preventives, coming downhill at a tearing gallop, could not
take the sharp turn of the lane without pulling up; they got mixed in
some confusion at the turning, and a horse and rider went into the
ditch. We were up the steep rise, and stretching out at full tilt for
safety, before they had cleared the corner. Our horses were fresh;
theirs had trotted hard for some miles under heavy men, so that at the
first sight the advantage lay with us; but their horses were better
than ours, and in better trim for a gallop. Marah checked the three
horses, and let them take it easy, till we turned into the
well-remembered high road which leads from Strete to my home. Here, on
the level, he urged them on, and the pursuit swept after us; and here
in the open, I felt for the first time the excitement of the hunt. I
wanted to be caught; I kept praying that my horse would come down, or
that the preventives would catch us; and at the same time the hurry of
our rush through the night set my blood leaping, made me cry aloud as
we galloped, made me call to the horses to gallop faster. There was
nothing on the road; no one was travelling; we had the highway to
ourselves. Near the farm at the bend we saw men by the roadside, and
an owl called to us from among them, with that little flourish at the
end of the call which I had heard once before that evening. We dashed
past them; but as Marah passed, he cried out, "Yes. Be quick." And
behind us, as we sped along, we heard something dragged across the
road. The crossways lay just beyond.
To my surprise, Marah never hesitated. He did not take the Allington
road, but spurred uphill towards the "Snail's Castle," and the road to
Kingsbridge. As we galloped, we heard a crash behind us, and the cry
of a hurt horse, and the clatter of a sword upon the road. Then more
cries sounded; we could hear our pursuers pulling up.
"They're into a tree-trunk," said Marah. "Some friends put a tree
across, and one of them's gone into it. We shall probably lose them
now," he added. "They will go on for Allington. Still, we mustn't wait
yet."
Indeed, the delay was only momentary. The noise of the horses soon
re-commenced behind us; and though they paused at the cross-roads, it
was only for a few seconds. Some of the troopers took the Allington
road. Another party took the road which we had taken; and a third
party stopped (I believe) to beat the farm buildings for the men who
had laid the tree in the road.
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