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The prisoners, taking advantage of the confusion, attempted to escape, and there appeared every probability that some would succeed. "Cut down the fellows, if they try to get off!" cried Voules, and the other officers repeated the order. At that moment the clattering sound of horses' hoofs coming along the road was heard. A cry arose, "The dragoons are upon us!"
Voules, and then over his shoulder: "I brought that rice! I like old customs! Whoa! Stead-y." The dog cart swerved violently, and then, evoking a shout of groundless alarm from a cyclist, took a corner, and the rest of the wedding party was hidden from Mr. Polly's eyes. "We'll get the stuff into the house before the old gal comes along," said Mr. Voules, "if you'll hold the hoss."
"It seems something like it from the pain I am suffering," answered Lord Reginald; "however, the sooner we can get home to have it looked to the better." "Yes, indeed," said Voules; "I am deeply grieved. I would have shot the young savage had I thought he would have had the audacity to strike you." "No, no; I should have been sorry if the fellow had been killed," said Lord Reginald.
Few on board failed to ask themselves, "Shall we see another sunset?" Again and again Lord Reginald and Voules examined the chart, with anxious forebodings of evil. They saw that numerous islands and reefs lay ahead of them. Lord Reginald proposed hauling the ship up before dark, to escape the risk of running on one of them during the night.
Uncle Pentstemon was eating voraciously opposite, but with a kindling eye for Annie. Mrs. Larkins sat next to Mr. Voules. She was unable to eat a mouthful, she declared, it would choke her, but ever and again Mr. Voules wooed her to swallow a little drop of liquid refreshment. There seemed a lot of rice upon everybody, in their hats and hair and the folds of their garments. Presently Mr.
The stems of the trees, growing thickly together, prevented him from following, and Dick was soon safe beyond the pursuit of the horsemen. "This is provoking; but we will have him yet!" cried Lord Reginald. "I am afraid the villain has broken your arm!" exclaimed Voules.
The smugglers, somehow or other, manage to land their cargoes when the revenue officers are out of the way, and the poachers dodge our gamekeepers, who vow that although they hear their shots, they can never catch them." "It will be good fun some night to try what we can do," observed Voules.
Voules was too prudent a man generally to take more wine than his head could stand. So delighted, however, did he feel with his bright prospects, that he found considerable difficulty in restraining his tongue, and excusing himself on the plea of fatigue, was glad to make his way to his room, where he was followed by Lord John.
The latter sprang back, and, whirling round his club, struck Lord Reginald a blow on the arm which effectually prevented him from using it, and before Voules could lay hold of him, Dick had rushed off among the trees, which quickly concealed him from view. In vain Lord Reginald, in spite of the pain he was suffering, urged his horse after him.
"My wants are not likely to be great, and I hope that the cash I now have and such prize-money as we may gain in future, will be ample to supply them," he added. "Well, well," said Lord Reginald, fully appreciating Dick's feelings on the subject, "you are very unlike poor Voules, who did not scruple to borrow what he had no intention to repay; but we will not talk of his faults, poor fellow!
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