Then look like a muff as you are, and
say nothing!"
The stable-boy stared, nodded assent, and sloped off. Rake threw himself
across the brown mare.
"Now, sir! a steeple-chase for our lives! We'll be leagues away by the
day-dawn, and I've got their feed in the saddle-bags, so that they'll
bait in the forests. Off, sir, for God's sake, or the blackguards will
be down on you again!"
As he spoke the clamor and tread of men of the town racing to the chase
were wafted to them on the night wind, drawing nearer and nearer; Rake
drew the reins tight in his hand in fury.
"There they come--the d----d beaks! For the love of mercy, sir, don't
check now. Ten seconds more and they'll be on you; off, off!--or by the
Lord Harry, sir, you'll make a murderer of me, and I'll kill the first
man that lays his hand on you!"
The blaze of bitter blood was in the ex-Dragoon's fiery face as the moon
shone on it, and he drew out one of his holster pistols, and swung round
in his saddle, facing the narrow entrance of the lane; ready to shoot
down the first of the pursuit whose shadow should darken the broad
stream of white light that fell through the archway.
Cecil looked at him, and paused no more; but vaulted into the old
familiar seat, and Forest King bore him away through the starry night,
with the brown mare racing her best by his side. Away--through the
sleeping shadows, through the broad beams of the moon, through the
odorous scent of the crowded pines, through the soft breaking gray
of the dawn; away--to mountain solitudes and forest silence, and the
shelter of lonely untracked ravines, and the woodland lairs they must
share with wolf and boar; away--to flee with the flight of the hunted
fox, to race with the wakeful dread of the deer; away--to what fate, who
could tell?
Far and fast they rode through the night, never drawing rein.
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