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"But you will humour my father, won't you?" she asked, and then dropped her voice, "for both our sakes?" The amount of interest dear old Sir Rupert Frampton took in distant scenery during this drive, and the many objects of interest he pointed out to Mrs. Darbyshire to divert her attention from us, made me his willing slave for life.
When we arrived at the other side of the train, and the leading files of the robbers were passing off the railway line, the identity of the figure carried away across the saddle was put beyond all doubt, and the revelation nearly sent me mad. Mrs. Darbyshire came shrieking out into the forepart of the car in which I had left her with Dolores.
And then the drains were all stopped; the land was drowning, was starving to death; and where were the hedges all gone to? Hedges he left, but now he only saw gaps!" So he went round the farm, and for many a day did it furnish him with a theme of scolding in the house. Such was Johnny Darbyshire; and thus he lived for many years. We sketch no imaginary character, we relate no invented story.
The doctor indeed soon came, and pronounced the man's life in no danger, though he was greatly scratched and bruised. Johnny himself was again become invisible. From this time for nine months the pursuit of Johnny Darbyshire was a perfect campaign, full of stratagems, busy marchings, and expectations, but of no surprises.
"Gentlemen, there I rest my case. You will forget the wife and the child, and call to mind the 'frisking, and Crich fair. But to put the matter beyond a doubt we will call the defendant again, and put a few questions to him." The court crier called, but it was in vain. Johnny Darbyshire was no longer there. As he had said, "he had left it wi' 'em," and was gone.
"If you are what you say, good man," said the judge, "defendant in this case, you had better appoint counsel to state it for you." "Nay, nay, Lord Judge, as they call thee, hold a bit; I know better than that. Catch Johnny Darbyshire at flinging his money into a lawyer's bag! No, no. I know them chaps wi' wigs well enough.
These were hunted over and over, but no trace of Johnny Darbyshire, or any sufficient hiding-place for him, could be found, till, one fine summer evening, the officers were lucky enough to hit on a set of steps which descended amongst bushes into the lower part of the ruins.
His tawny, sunburnt features, and small dark eyes, twinkling with an expression of much country subtlety, proclaimed him at once a character. At once a score of voices murmured, "There's Johnny Darbyshire himself!"
There never was a man, from the first to the present day of the society, who so thoroughly embodied and exhibited that quality attributed to the Quaker, in the rhyming nursery alphabet, "Q was a Quaker, and would not bow down." No, Johnny Darbyshire would not have bowed down to any mortal power.
To his great astonishment, it was not long before he one day saw Johnny Darbyshire come riding on a little shaggy horse down the village where he lived, leading the foal in a halter.
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