At last we were thinking of pulling up in good earnest, and of congratulating ourselves upon having tired out our pursuers, when of a sudden the bell-like baying broke upon our ears far louder than it had been before--so loud, indeed, that it was evident that the dogs were close upon our heels.
'The accursed hounds!' cried Saxon, putting spurs to his horse and shooting ahead of us; 'I feared as much.

They have freed them from the leash.

There is no escape from the devils, but we can choose the spot where we shall make our stand.' 'Come on, Reuben,' I shouted.

'We have only to reckon with the dogs now.
Their masters have let them loose, and turned back for Salisbury.' 'Pray heaven they break their necks before they get there!' he cried.
'They set dogs on us as though we were rats in a cock-pit.

Yet they call England a Christian country! It's no use, Micah.