But my heart is sorry for so spiritless a fellow! And see ye here, John Matcham--sith John Matcham is your name--I, Richard Shelton, tide what betideth, come what may, will see you safe in Holywood.

The saints so do to me again if I default you.

Come, pick me up a good heart, Sir White-face.

The way betters here; spur me the horse.

Go faster! faster! Nay, mind not for me; I can run like a deer." So, with the horse trotting hard, and Dick running easily alongside, they crossed the remainder of the fen, and came out upon the banks of the river by the ferryman's hut..