’There be summat the matter wi’ the oss,’ he said. ’Her’s lame. Bide a wink, and I’ll fetch a lantern.’ After having found a lantern, adjusted a tallow candle in the socket, and lighted it, Daniel went with Herring into the stable. The horse that was so good to go could not go a step. She was dead lame. ’Here,’ said Herring; ’hold the light. Take the candle out of the lantern, and I’ll turn up her hoofs. There it is!’ A knife-blade had been driven into the frog of the off front hoof, and snapped short in it. ’Is the Squire home at Lea Wood?’ asked Herring. He set his teeth, and his brow contracted; his blood was up. ’I reckon he be, unless he be away,’ answered Daniel. Herring ran to his grey, re-saddled her, and rode out of the village to the house, situated a mile outside. He rang the bell, and asked to be allowed to see Mr. Hamlyn for a moment, and the Squire came to him in the hall. Herring told his story—that he was in pursuit of a man, with a warrant for his apprehension in his pocket. He drew it forth. He related how the horse had been wilfully lamed at the post-house to arrest him, and he begged to be allowed the use of one of the Squire’s horses. His request was at once and readily granted. In a quarter of an hour he was well-mounted on a fine horse—Squire Hamlyn was noted for his good horses—a horse perfectly fresh, and was in full and fast pursuit. ’If I do not catch you now,’ said Herring, laughing bitterly, ’it will not be my fault.’ But much time had been lost. It was already dusk. In another half-hour it would be dark. The heavy clouds that had rolled in broken masses through the sky all day had spread out over the entire surface, and obscured all light from the stars. Only to the west the declining day looked wanly over the ragged fringe of Cornish moorland heights. The road was no longer over open down, but ran between hedges, with trees on both sides. It lay in valleys with high hills well wooded folding round; the hills cut off the light, the dark foliage absorbed it. Sampson Tramplara was pushing on as well as he could, but his bay was feeling the length of the journey and the pace.