He could go three miles to my one though he never changed his horse.

He might have robbed me at any minute, if I had been worth the trouble.

A red mare he rideth, strong in the loins, and pointed quite small in the head.

I shall live to see him hanged yet.' All this time he was riding across the straw of our courtyard, getting his weary legs out of the leathers, and almost afraid to stand yet.

A coarse-grained, hard-faced man he was, some forty years of age or so, and of middle height and stature.