I am not touchy, praise the saints." And at that moment the wind, which was blowing straight behind them as they went, brought them the rough flourish of Sir Daniel's trumpeter.
"Hark!" said Dick, "the tucket soundeth." "Ay," said Matcham, "they have found my flight, and now I am unhorsed!" and he became pale as death.
"Nay, what cheer!" returned Dick.

"Y' have a long start, and we are near the ferry.

And it is I, methinks, that am unhorsed." "Alack, I shall be taken!" cried the fugitive.

"Dick, kind Dick, beseech ye help me but a little!" "Why, now, what aileth thee ?" said Dick.

"Methinks I help you very patently.