I will cut loose the horse from the coach, and will follow you in company with your grandson." Colonel Holliday in vain tried to persuade the earl to take his place in the carriage.
The latter, however, firmly declined, and the colonel took his place in the coach, and drove off at once, to make preparation for the reception of his guest.

The earl had even declined the offer to leave one or both of the lackeys behind.

And when the carriage had driven off, he said to Rupert, who had stood looking with respectful admiration at the greatest general of the age: "Now, young sir, let us have a look at this carrion; maybe their faces will throw some light upon this affair." So saying, he took the torch which had been left burning, and turned over the body of the man he had slain before Rupert arrived on the scene.
"I do not know him," he said, looking steadily at the dead man's face.
"I know him," Rupert exclaimed in surprise.

"He is a saddler of Derby--a fierce nonconformist and whig, and a preacher at conventicles.

And to think of his being a highwayman!" "An assassin is a better term," the earl said contemptuously.