There is no manly work which can be worth your looking upon; it is but child's play that these fellows bring with them." As she yielded a reluctant consent to continue her flight, they reached the bottom of Hartley-nick, a pass very steep and craggy, and where the road, or rather path, which had hitherto passed over more open ground, became pent up and confined betwixt copsewood on the one side, and, on the other, the precipitous bank of a mountain stream.
The Countess of Derby, after an affectionate adieu to Sir Geoffrey, and having requested him to convey her kind commendations to her little page-elect and his mother, proceeded up the pass at a round pace, and with her attendants and escort, was soon out of sight.

Immediately after she had disappeared, the pursuers came up with Sir Geoffrey Peveril, who had divided and drawn up his party so as completely to occupy the road at three different points.
The opposite party was led, as Sir Geoffrey had expected, by Major Bridgenorth.

At his side was a person in black, with a silver greyhound on his arm; and he was followed by about eight or ten inhabitants of the village of Martindale Moultrassie, two or three of whom were officers of the peace, and others were personally known to Sir Geoffrey as favourers of the subverted government.
As the party rode briskly up, Sir Geoffrey called to them to halt; and as they continued advancing, he ordered his own people to present their pistols and carabines; and after assuming that menacing attitude, he repeated, with a voice of thunder, "Halt, or we fire!" The other party halted accordingly, and Major Bridgenorth advanced, as if to parley.
"Why, how now, neighbour," said Sir Geoffrey, as if he had at that moment recognised him for the first time,--"what makes you ride so sharp this morning?
Are you not afraid to harm your horse, or spoil your spurs ?" "Sir Geoffrey," said the Major, "I have not time for jesting--I'm on the King's affairs." "Are you sure it is not upon Old Noll's, neighbour?
You used to hold his the better errand," said the Knight, with a smile which gave occasion to a horse-laugh among his followers.
"Show him your warrant," said Bridgenorth to the man in black formerly mentioned, who was a pursuivant.

Then taking the warrant from the officer, he gave it to Sir Geoffrey--"To this, at least, you will pay regard." "The same regard which you would have paid to it a month back or so," said the Knight, tearing the warrant to shreds.--"What a plague do you stare at?
Do you think you have a monopoly of rebellion, and that we have not a right to show a trick of disobedience in our turn ?" "Make way, Sir Geoffrey Peveril," said Bridgenorth, "or you will compel me to do that I may be sorry for.

I am in this matter the avenger of the blood of one of the Lord's saints, and I will follow the chase while Heaven grants me an arm to make my way." "You shall make no way here but at your peril," said Sir Geoffrey; "this is my ground--I have been harassed enough for these twenty years by saints, as you call yourselves.