The dazzle of the sun, pouring over the crest, made the hollow a twinkling obscurity; and the cloth was just in keeping with the dead stuff around.

The three broad men, with heavy fusils cocked, came up from the sea mouth of the Dike, steadily panting, and running steadily with a long-enduring stride.

Behind them a tall bony man with a cutlass was swinging it high in the air, and limping, and swearing with great velocity.
"Coast-riders," thought Mary, "and he a free-trader! Four against one is cowardice." "Halt!" cried the tall man, while the rest were running past her; "halt! ground arms; never scare young ladies." Then he flourished his hat, with a grand bow to Mary.

"Fair young Mistress Anerley, I fear we spoil your ride.

But his Majesty's duty must be done.