He gave it as his advice that they should lie hidden there until those who hunted them should have gone by.
Obviously that was the only plan, and his companions instantly adopted it.

They found a way through a gate into an adjacent field, and from this they gained the shelter of the trees.

Trenchard, neglectful of his finery and oblivious of the ubiquitous brambles, left his horse in Vallancey's care and crept to the edge of the thicket that he might take a peep at the pursuers.
They came up very soon, six militiamen in lobster coats with yellow facings, and a sergeant, which was what Mr.Trenchard might have expected.

There was, however, something else that Mr.Trenchard did not expect; something that afforded him considerable surprise.

At the head of the party rode Sir Rowland Blake--obviously leading it--and with him was Richard Westmacott.