CHAPTER XI.
Can no rest find me, no private place secure me, But still my miseries like bloodhounds haunt me?
Unfortunate young man, which way now guides thee, Guides thee from death?
The country's laid around for thee.
Women Pleased.
Our narrative now recalls us for a moment to the period when young Hazlewood received his wound.

That accident had no sooner happened than the consequences to Miss Mannering and to himself rushed upon Brown's mind.

From the manner in which the muzzle of the piece was pointed when it went off, he had no great fear that the consequences would be fatal.
But an arrest in a strange country, and while he was unprovided with any means of establishing his rank and character, was at least to be avoided.
He therefore resolved to escape for the present to the neighbouring coast of England, and to remain concealed there, if possible, until he should receive letters from his regimental friends, and remittances from his agent; and then to resume his own character, and offer to young Hazlewood and his friends any explanation or satisfaction they might desire.

With this purpose he walked stoutly forward, after leaving the spot where the accident had happened, and reached without adventure the village which we have called Portanferry (but which the reader will in vain seek for under that name in the county map).

A large open boat was just about to leave the quay, bound for the little seaport of Allonby, in Cumberland.