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
But leaving the constable to bring him the weapons afterwards, he
himself spurred on without any delay, while Lord Harold and the rector
accompanied him at full speed, and the officers and farmers followed
quickly, gaining, by the rapidity of motion and the excitement of the
sort of race they ran with each other, a good deal more courage and
enthusiasm than they had probably set out with. At this eager pace they
reached the top of the hill, but were obliged to ride some little way
to the right before they could get a sight of the house. When they did
so, however, though nothing was seen of it but the chimneys towering up
above the tall trees, every one instinctively pulled in his bridle
rein, with somewhat of an awful feeling at his heart.
The house lay at the distance of about two miles and a half, but the
air was clear and pure, and every curl of the thin blue smoke, as it
rose peacefully over the trees, might be traced by the eye till it
mingled with the atmosphere around. After a moment's silence, the
constable rode up, and put the pistols into Justice Whistler's hands;
but at that very instant a body of horsemen was seen passing over the
slope beyond the house, and then giving rein to their horses, and
galloping away as hard as ever they could, over the open downs beyond.
Man is undoubtedly a beast of prey; and, in the present instance, no
sooner did the posse who followed the justice, the rector, and the
young nobleman, see a body in flight before them, than those who had
been most timid and fearful of leading the way, were all setting off at
full gallop in pursuit of fugitives whom there was little or no chance
of overtaking. It was with the utmost difficulty that the fat but
powerful voice of Mr. Justice Whistler, the shriller tones of the
rector, and the deeper but feebler sounds of Lord Harold's voice, each
exerted with the utmost force, could induce these hot pursuers to halt
and receive orders ere they departed.
When they were at length brought to pull up their horses, however, a
few words between their three leaders seemed to settle their
arrangements, and Mr. Justice Whistler raised his voice, exclaiming,
"Constable Jones!"
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