We must shake them off, or goodbye to Monmouth.' 'Give them their heads,' I answered, and striking spurs into our steeds, we thundered on through the darkness.

Covenant and Chloe were as fresh as could be wished, and soon settled down into a long springy gallop.
Our friend's horse however, had been travelling all day, and its long-drawn, laboured breathing showed that it could not hold out for long.

Through the clatter of our horses' hoofs I could still from time to time hear the ominous murmur from behind us.
'This will never do, Reuben,' said I anxiously, as the weary creature stumbled, and the rider came perilously near to shooting over its head.
'The old horse is nearly foundered,' he answered ruefully.

'We are off the road now, and the rough ground is too much for her.' 'Yes, we are off the track,' cried Saxon over his shoulder--for he led us by a few paces.

'Bear in mind that the Bluecoats have been on the march all day, so that their horses may also be blown.