I hope it is not wicked; but he would have killed you else.

And you had risked your life a dozen times to save me." "It was well and bravely done for me and for yourself," answered the stranger, as he mounted the docile Sultan and assisted the girl to spring up behind him.
Wounded and spent as he was, the excitement of the encounter had not yet subsided, and he was only vaguely conscious of his hurts, whilst he was very much in earnest in his desire to get away from this ill-omened spot before others of the band should return in search of their missing comrades, and take a terrible vengeance upon those who had slain or wounded them.
His companion was no less anxious than he to be gone; and as the good horse picked his way in the dim light through the intricate forest paths pointed out by the girl, who was plainly a native of the neighbourhood, she told him in whispers of the men from whom she had escaped, and of the fate which had so narrowly overtaken her.
"They are the robbers of Black Notley," she said.

"There are two rival bands of robbers here--one at White Notley and one at Black Notley.

We call them the Black or the White Robbers, to distinguish between them.

The White are not so fierce or so lawless as the Black; but both are a terror to us, for we never know what violence we shall not hear of next." "And these Black Robbers would have carried you away with them, by what I gathered from their words, at least from the words of him they looked to as their leader ?" The girl shuddered strongly.
"Once he lived in our village--Much Waltham, as it is called.