horse after me by the bridle, till my arms felt as if coming from
their sockets. I would have turn'd the brute loose, and thought
myself well quit of him, had it not been for the saddle and bridle
he carried.

* * * * *

'Twas about five in the evening, and I still laboring along, when,
over the low hedge to my right, a man on a sorrel mare leap'd easily
as a swallow, and alighted some ten paces or less in front of me;
where he dismounted and stood barring my path. The muzzle of his
pistol was in my face before I could lay hand to my own.

"Good evening!" said I.

"You have money about you, doubtless," growled the man curtly, and
in a voice that made me start. For by his voice and figure in the
dusk I knew him for Captain Settle: and in the sorrel with the high
white stocking I recognized the mare, Molly, that poor Anthony
Killigrew had given me almost with his last breath.

The bully did not know me, having but seen me for an instant at "The
Crown," and then in very different attire.

"I have but a few poor coins," I answer'd.

"Then hand 'em over."

"Be shot if I do!" said I in a passion; and pulling out a handful
from my pocket, I dash'd them down in the road.