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
"It was," answered Gray. "But how you could see the flash I don't
understand, for they were down below the brow of the hill, where one
can see both roads to the castle."
"Oh no!" said Langford. "The men who fired that shot were upon the moor
close by Upwater Mere; and I very much fear, Gray, that some of these
accursed evil companions of yours have been again committing an act
that you neither knew of nor desired."
"If they have," exclaimed Gray, with a horrid imprecation, "I will
shoot the first of them, were he my own brother."
"How many were there of them on the watch?" demanded Langford. "Two,"
replied his companion.
"Then I will tell you what I saw," answered Langford. "As I sat on my
horse and looked out over the mere, which just caught a gleam from the
sky, the figure of a horseman crossed the light, as if he were going to
the castle. Just at that minute two more came out upon him--from
amongst the beeches, it seemed to me; then came the pistol shot; and a
minute after they all disappeared."
Gray gave utterance to another terrible oath; and then, after thinking
a few minutes, he added, "But it can't be any of my people! They dared
not, after the warning I gave them about that bad business under the
park fence."
"At all events," cried Langford, reining up his horse entirely, "had we
not better go back and see? I fear very much, Franklin, that they have
shot the man, whoever he is."
"No, no," replied Franklin; "if they have shot him, he is shot, and
there is no need of our meddling with the matter."
"But he may be merely wounded," replied Langford; "we had better go
back."
"No!" thundered Franklin Gray--"I tell you no! It is mere madness! We
are but half a mile from the house; when I have got there, we shall
learn who has done this, and I will send out and see if there is any
one hurt. Come on, come on!"
Langford followed his bidding; and renewing their quick pace, they rode
on for about half a mile further, till, amid a clump of tall trees, at
the very edge of the moor, where some poor thin unproductive fields
connected it with the cultivated country, they perceived a light
shining from a small window in a tall building before them.
At that period there still remained scattered over the face of England
a number of those edifices which, fortified to a certain degree,
combined the modern house with the ancient feudal hold, and had been
rendered very serviceable to both parties in the progress of the great
rebellion. These fortified houses were of every size, from that which
really well merited the name of castle, to that which was no more than
a mere tower; and many of them, either from being injured by the
chances of war, or from having lost a great part of their utility when
the scourge of civil contention was removed from the country, had gone
to decay, or had been applied to the calmer and more homely uses of the
barn, the grange, or the farm-house.
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