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Updated: June 13, 2025
If any one man in the whole countryside bore a reputation of simple probity, it was Doctor Unonius. Impossible to connect him with tricks to defraud the Revenue! And yet had not the young riding-officer distinctly seen Landaveddy show and anon eclipse a light, and in such a fashion that it could only be interpreted as a signal.
Before the riding-officer had dropped into the dinghy, the Tremendous began to slap the water, shaking out ragged topsails as she slid out of the harbour, a misty rain shrouding her. "There's a row-boat coming up astern, sir," ventured the boy "rowing like mad." "I have ears, sir, and I'm usin em," snapped the other, and stumped forward, leaning heavily on a stick, thick and surly as himself.
'You shall know my business fast enough if you will kindly open. Without more ado she flung the door wide, and the ray of her lamp fell upon Mr Rattenbury, the young riding-officer, cloaked, high-booted, and spurred. 'A strange business it must be, sir, said the widow, 'that brings you hammering up sick folk at this time of night! 'Sick folk, eh? said the riding-master, with a brusque laugh.
Shivering like a lover, he brought up alongside; and as he did so he thrust out a hand to feel the wooden ribs which covered that heart of valour. For was she not the little Tremendous, of whom the heroic tales were told! Swiftly and silently the Tremendous spread her wings in the dusk. The riding-officer was going over the side. "Good luck, sir!" he said.
In ten minutes or so they'll be wanting your blood in a bottle and, if it's all the same to you, Mr Truman, I'd rather they didn't start hunting you through these premises. What's more, she added, as he hesitated, 'the riding-officer was close on your track just now. You owe it to Doctor Unonius here, that he has overrun it. The butcher clutched at his bag, and made as if to open it.
Certain qualms of feeling had deterred Ellangowan from attending in person to see his tenants expelled. He left the executive part of the business to the officers of the law, under the immediate direction of Frank Kennedy, a supervisor, or riding-officer, belonging to the excise, who had of late become intimate at the Place, and of whom we shall have more to say in the next chapter. Mr.
"Plough-horse!" sparkling scorn. "It's the best sort of horse going." "What if it be? I'm a sea-man myself not a postboy.... How d'ye know he was ridin a what-d'ye-call-it?" "He always does." "Who does?" "The man they call the Gentleman the Galloping Gentleman." "Who told you?" "I picked it up, listening to the riding-officer." The old man cocked an eye over his shoulder at the boy.
'Then I've made a cursed mess of this, said the riding-officer, snatching up his hat. 'Your pardon, ma'am! and if you won't forgive me to-night, I'll call and apologise to-morrow. He was gone. They heard the clatter of his horse's hoofs down the road, and listened as it died away. Neither spoke.
Certain qualms of feeling had deterred Ellangowan from attending in person to see his tenants expelled. He left the executive part of the business to the officers of the law, under the immediate direction of Frank Kennedy, a supervisor, or riding-officer, belonging to the excise, who had of late become intimate at the Place, and of whom we shall have more to say in the next chapter. Mr.
There was, at this period, employed as a riding-officer, or supervisor, in that part of the country, a certain Francis Kennedy, already named in our narrative; a stout, resolute, and active man, who had made seizures to a great amount, and was proportionally hated by those who had an interest in the fair Trade, as they called the pursuit of these contraband adventurers.
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