St Nicholas [serial] . e, with never so much asa scratch to beast or man; and the huntsmanshorse fell dead a mile from Raydon Wood. And all this time Jerry Abershaw was tearingon before. For five miles they held the highway-man in view. Then they lost him. But a yokeloutside Washbrook was able to put them uponthe scent. They sighted him once again nearHintlesham; and this time Jerry Abershaw wasvery nearly caught. He had turned out of a stubble-field and wasgoing full-tilt up a lane that ran between high,impenetrable hedges, when he came face to facewith a mill cart fair across the way. With o
St Nicholas [serial] . e, with never so much asa scratch to beast or man; and the huntsmanshorse fell dead a mile from Raydon Wood. And all this time Jerry Abershaw was tearingon before. For five miles they held the highway-man in view. Then they lost him. But a yokeloutside Washbrook was able to put them uponthe scent. They sighted him once again nearHintlesham; and this time Jerry Abershaw wasvery nearly caught. He had turned out of a stubble-field and wasgoing full-tilt up a lane that ran between high,impenetrable hedges, when he came face to facewith a mill cart fair across the way. With oneglance he saw that it was not possible to pass: thewheels were well upon the banks on either side;and the thorns and brambles brushed the flanksof the cart. The lane was converted into a ver-itable cul-de-sac. The field was close upon him;and a moment wasted, he knew, might mean hislife. The wagoner threw up his hands, yelling outfor mercy on the spot. But the highwaymannever stayed to trouble him for long, but, then. THIS TIME JERRY ABERSHAW WAS VERY NEARLY CAUGHT. 222 THE REFUGEE [Jan., and there, turned his horses head and gallopedback upon his tracks. Two of his pursuers werealready in the lane. The first of them was oneof the whips; and him he passed like a streak oflight, catching the man a blow across the mouthwith the heavy butt of his pistol. The second wasthe masters daughter, all but top of the field,sitting well back on her thoroughbred, with herhat left miles behind in a thorn-bush and herhair streaming out in the wind. Jerry went pasther, well bent forward over his horses neck; andas he did so, he carried his hat from his headwith a great, backward, sweeping motion, thatwas a courtly thing to see. He held the hat fora moment over his horses tail; and then whippingit back to his head, he threw the lady a kiss andcleared the fence to the right. Hintlesham Park was before him, an openstretch of grass-land, with the thick of the fieldbearing down upon his heels. Twe
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