Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
instantly set off at a full gallop, determined, if possible, to dash my
rider to the earth. The surgeon, however, kept his seat, and, so far
from attempting to abate my speed, urged me on to greater efforts with a
stout stick, which methought he held in his hand. In vain did I rear and
kick, attempting to get rid of my foe; but the surgeon remained as saddle-
fast as ever the Maugrabin sorcerer in the Arabian tale what time he rode
the young prince transformed into a steed to his enchanted palace in the
wilderness. At last, as I was still madly dashing on, panting and
blowing, and had almost given up all hope, I saw at a distance before me
a heap of stones by the side of the road, probably placed there for the
purpose of repairing it; a thought appeared to strike me--I will shy at
those stones, and, if I can't get rid of him so, resign myself to my
fate. So I increased my speed, till arriving within about ten yards of
the heap, I made a desperate start, turning half round with nearly the
velocity of a mill-stone. Oh, the joy I experienced when I felt my enemy
canted over my neck, and saw him lying senseless in the road. "I have
you now in my power," I said, or rather neighed, as, going up to my
prostrate foe, I stood over him. "Suppose I were to rear now, and let my
fore feet fall upon you, what would your life be worth? that is,
supposing you are not killed already; but lie there, I will do you no
further harm, but trot to Horncastle without a rider, and when there--"
and without further reflection off I trotted in the direction of
Horncastle, but had not gone far before my bridle, falling from my neck,
got entangled with my off fore foot. I felt myself falling, a thrill of
agony shot through me--my knees would be broken, and what should I do at
Horncastle with a pair of broken knees? I struggled, but I could not
disengage my off fore foot, and downward I fell, but before I had reached
the ground I awoke, and found myself half out of bed, my bandaged arm in
considerable pain, and my left hand just touching the floor.
With some difficulty I readjusted myself in bed. It was now early
morning, and the first rays of the sun were beginning to penetrate the
white curtains of a window on my left, which probably looked into the
garden, as I caught a glimpse or two of the leaves of trees through a
small uncovered part at the side. For some time I felt uneasy and
anxious, my spirits being in a strange fluttering state. At last my eyes
fell upon a small row of tea-cups seemingly of china, which stood on a
mantelpiece exactly fronting the bottom of the bed. The sight of these
objects, I know not why, soothed and pacified me; I kept my eyes fixed
upon them, as I lay on my back on the bed, with my head upon the pillow,
till at last I fell into a calm and refreshing sleep.
CHAPTER XXXII
The Morning after a Fall--The Teapot--Unpretending Hospitality--The
Chinese Student.
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