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He wisely endeavoured to follow their advice. The next morning when the old couple and Burdale made their appearance, they did not in any way allude to what had taken place during the night, as if they had been totally ignorant of it. Breakfast was got ready by the aged dame; and afterwards Jack stole about the building, and found his way without difficulty into the vault below.
Mr Harwood had spoken so kindly to him, that he could not help hoping he would not reject him as a son-in-law. At length the hour fixed by Burdale for starting arrived, and Jack eagerly threw himself into the saddle.
Now they passed over a wild piece of heath; then through dingle and dale, and thick copses, and along the banks of a stream, avoiding the high-road as much as possible, and making their way wherever they could across the country. At length they entered a thicker part of the forest than any they had hitherto passed through. "We shall soon be at the farm," observed Burdale.
"You see you have no risk of starving, Master Deane," observed Burdale, as he assisted in ringing the necks of the captive birds. "We live like princes here, as far as food is concerned; and when the weather allows it, and we can send across the fens, we could always get a good market for our game."
"I will haul you out; and then, maybe, we will get the horse free. You could not have followed my advice, or this would never have happened." Happily, Jack soon reached firm ground, and then he and Burdale together managed to get out the unfortunate horse. "I must not in future let you get a foot behind me, Master Deane," said Burdale.
His companion, however, was longer than he expected, and by the time he arrived the meal prepared by the old dame was almost ready. "Take my advice," said Burdale: "remain here quietly to-night, and to-morrow you will be able to visit the Grange, and give our horses sufficient time to rest, that we may continue our journey into Lincolnshire.
"Where is the farm?" asked Jack, as he pulled up for an instant to survey the unpromising country before him. "Some miles on," answered Burdale. "It's lucky you have a man with you who knows the country, or you would have a bad job to get over it. If you were to ride straight on now, you would be up to your horse's ears in slush, with very little chance of ever getting out again alive.
"Yes; a shot struck him and he was carried below, but whether mortally wounded or not, no one could tell." As he passed up the hatchway, the man whom he took to be Burdale lay on the deck. A bullet which had found its way through a port had struck him down. He was bleeding also from a wound in his shoulder.
"Come, Master Rymer, you can find us a flagon of wine, too, and of the best, I know that," said Burdale. "Come, man, rummage out your stores, you used not to be niggard of your liquor." The old man, after some hesitation, pretended or real, took a bunch of keys, and descended the stairs to the chamber beneath the hall.
"The wives of seamen killed in action are always provided for, and a proper thing it should be so. It's one of the reasons, I have an idea, that our brave fellows fight so well. God looks after the fatherless and widows, and as long as our country professes to be a God-fearing nation, she must obey His commands." Burdale put out his hand.
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