"We went to Sir John's inn, and learnt that he had just set out; accordingly, we mounted our horses, and rode after him. The night had already closed in. After we had got some distance from the main road, into a lane, which led both to my house and to Chester Park--for the former was on the direct way to my lord's--we passed a man on horseback. I only observed that he was wrapped in a cloak--but Thornton said, directly we had passed him, "I know that man well--he has been following Tyrrell all day--and though he attempts to screen himself, I have penetrated his disguise; he is Tyrrell's mortal enemy." "'Should the worst come to the worst," added Thornton, (words which I did not at that moment understand) we can make him bear the blame.'" "When we had got some way further, we came up to Tyrrell and a gentleman, whom, to our great dismay, we found that Sir John had joined--the gentleman's horse had met with an accident, and Thornton dismounted to offer his assistance. He assured the gentleman, who proved afterwards to be a Mr. Pelham, that the horse was quite lame, and that he would scarcely be able to get it home; and he then proposed to Sir John to accompany us, and said that we would put him in the right road; this offer Sir John rejected very haughtily, and we rode on. "'It's all up with us,' said I; 'since he has joined another person.' "'Not at all,' replied Thornton; 'for I managed to give the horse a sly poke with my knife; and if I know any thing of Sir John Tyrrell, he is much too impatient a spark to crawl along, a snail's pace, with any companion, especially with this heavy shower coming on.' "'But,' said I, for I now began to recover from my intoxication, and to be sensible of the nature of our undertaking, 'the moon is up, and unless this shower conceals it, Sir John will recognize us; so you see, even if he leaves the gentleman, it will be no use, and we had much better make haste home and go to bed.' "Upon this, Thornton cursed me for a faint-hearted fellow, and said that the cloud would effectually hide the moon--or, if not--he added--'I know how to silence a prating tongue.' At these words I was greatly alarmed, and said, that if he meditated murder as well as robbery, I would have nothing further to do with it. Thornton laughed, and told me not to be a fool. While we were thus debating, a heavy shower came on; we rode hastily to a large tree, by the side of a pond--which, though bare and withered, was the nearest shelter the country afforded, and was only a very short distance from my house. I wished to go home--but Thornton would not let me, and as I was always in the habit of yielding, I stood with him, though very reluctantly, under the tree. "Presently, we heard the trampling of a horse. "'It is he--it is he,' cried Thornton, with a savage tone of exultation-- 'and alone!--Be ready--we must make a rush--I will be the one to bid him to deliver--you hold your tongue.