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"You treacherous dog!" cried the colonel, in a voice of thunder, as he seized the landlord by the throat, and forced him to his knees; "so nothing would do but you must bid that boy take the pony and ride over to Brownsand so as to betray the fact that an escort of prisoners had halted at your house and were gone on by the Brownsand road." "No, sir; I never I never did."
"But that's where a body of the king's men lie, is it not?" "Well, no, sir, I don't think so now. Those is them that you had to fight with. They were at Brownsand t'other day." "You have a horse here, have you not?" "No, sir, only a pony; and if I took the short cut it would not be a long journey." "But could the pony do the journey to-day?" "Do it to-day, sir? Yes; she's as hard as a stag."
Dick!" "Yes, master," came from the stable, and a stout boy with some oat chaff in his rough hair made his appearance. "How long would it take you to get to Brownsand?" "On the pony?" "Of course." "Four hours by road. Two hours across the moor." "Take the pony, then, and go across the moor. There's a regiment of horse there." "Them as went by day afore yesterday?" "Yes.
Instead of the florid landlord, there was a heavy step on the stairs, and the shock-headed boy of the place entered the room to look from Fred to Colonel Forrester and back. "Where does the nearest doctor live?" said the colonel, quietly. "At Brownsand," replied the lad, with another sympathetic glance at the wounded officer. "Rather a long ride?" "Only twelve miles, sir."
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