The Robber, A Tale.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Robber, A Tale.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 17th century -- Fiction
The Earl, however, fierce and implacable, rushed forward the more
eagerly from the sounds he heard, and from the hope of taking or
destroying those who had dared to assail him. With word and gesture he
cheered on the men who still stood around him, and pressed forward upon
the robbers, who were now ranging themselves in regular line, and
slowly retreating to the doorway behind them. His men, however, were in
general of the opinion that it is wise to make a bridge for a flying
enemy, and they seconded his efforts but feebly, notwithstanding his
reiterated commands and the fearful execrations which he poured forth
upon their cowardice. Two or three, indeed, rushed forward with him,
but they were driven back in a moment by the line of their adversaries,
bearing with them some severe wounds to teach them more caution for the
future.
They dragged back in their flight their more impetuous lord, and under
cover of the smoke, which was now so dense as to render every object in
the room indistinct, the Robber and his men reached the door by which
they had entered, and began to pass it two at a time. As they did so,
the eye of Franklin Gray ran over their numbers, and he suddenly
exclaimed, "Halt! Hardcastle is down and dead; but where are Harvey and
Doveton?"
"I am here," cried a faint voice, which proceeded from a man who was
seen staggering towards them through the clouds of smoke. "Go on,
Captain; never mind me. I will come after."
"We must leave none in the hands of the enemy." cried the Robber,
starting forward, and taking the wounded man by the arm. At that
moment, however, one of the grooms darted upon Doveton, and seized him
by the collar, but as instantly fell back on the floor cleft nearly to
the jaws by the heavy blade of Franklin Gray, who, while he was thus
remorselessly sending the spirit of an adversary to its eternal
account, was shouting out with anxious care for his companions--"Where
is Harvey? I don't see Harvey!"
Such is human nature.
"I am here; I am here, Captain," cried Harvey, bursting into the room
from the opposite door, and throwing down a man who stood in his way.
"Come quickly, then; come quickly!" cried his leader; "we shall scarce
have time to retreat!"
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