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 words must have reached the Robber's ear; for instantly his charger
slackened its pace, and the pursuer gained upon him a little; but then
Franklin Gray turned in the saddle, and with the bridle in his teeth
stretched out his right hand towards him. Next came a flash, a report,
and the farmer tumbled headlong from the saddle severely wounded, while
Franklin Gray pursued his course with redoubled speed.
Almost all the rest of the party who had come to take him were now
mounted and in full pursuit; but his greatest danger was not from them.
A little above him, on the hill, and nearly at the same distance from
the house where he had dwelt, were seen, when he had gone about a mile,
several of the party who had been sent to follow his band. The sight of
a horseman in full flight, and many others pursuing, as well as the
gestures and shouts of those below, made them instantly turn and
endeavour to cut him off. On that side, as he was obliged to turn to
avoid both the parties, the pursuers gained upon him, and, as if by
mutual consent, they now strained every nerve to hem him in.
There was, about half a mile further on, a chasm caused by a deep
narrow lane, between banks of twenty or thirty feet deep, descending
from the top of the hills; and those above him on the slope, having
already passed it once that morning, strove to drive him towards it,
their only fear being lest those below should not act on the same plan.
Franklin Gray, himself, however, took exactly the course they wished,
and as, bearing down from above, they came nearer and nearer to him,
they laughed to see him approach at full speed a barrier which must
inevitably stop him. They urged their horses rapidly on, lest he should
find some path down the bank into the lane; and nearer and nearer they
came to him as he bore up towards them. They were within fifty yards of
him when he reached the bank, and so furious was his speed that all
expected to see him go over headlong.
But no! The bridle was thrown loose, the spur touched the horse's
flank, and with one eager bound the gallant beast cleared the space
between; and though his hind feet, in reaching the other side, broke
down the top of the bank, and cast the sand and gravel furiously into
the lane below, he stumbled not, he paused not, but bounded on, while
the rashest horseman of the party pulled in his rein, and gazed with
fear at the awful leap that had just been taken. A part is still
pointed out on those hills where the top of the bank above the lane
exhibits a large gap; and the spot is still called the Robber's Leap to
the present day.
Every one, as we have said, drew in their horses, and some rode to and
fro, seeking for a passage down into the lane; but, in the meanwhile,
Franklin Gray was every moment getting further and further out of reach
of pursuit.
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