Then the man tossed the bag of gold to one of his friends on the road, drew his sword, thrust it in Roger's breast, and the poor old man fell back on the coach floor at my cousin's feet.

She heard some one call to Noah: "Drive on if you value a whole skin!" and Noah, awaiting no second command, lashed the horses with his whip until they plunged forward at a clumsy gallop.
Hamilton and Churchill, being perhaps two hundred yards down the road, knew nothing of the trouble ahead till they heard the pistol shot, when they ran forward, supposing their drunken friends were fighting among themselves.

They had not taken many steps when a coach passed them, moving rapidly.

As it passed, George heard a woman scream faintly, but immediately the coach dashed out of sight.

The light from Noah's lanthorn had fallen on Hamilton's face, and Frances had recognized the man of whom she had been thinking and dreaming all day.
I did not know, however, till long afterwards that she had seen him, nor did he suspect that she was in the coach.
When Hamilton and Churchill came up to the robbers, Hamilton asked:-- "What was the trouble ?" "The damned old fool in the coach shot at me," answered Crofts.
"How came he to do it ?" asked Churchill, suspecting the truth.
"I do not know," returned Wentworth.