The officer gave a sudden start, and reeled on his horse, and, before he could recover himself, the band, who had fired at the flash of the first pistol, dashed out through the bushes and fell upon the troopers.

Four men had dropped, one horse had fallen, and two others were plunging wildly as, with a shout, their assailants dashed upon them.

All who could turn their horse's head rode furiously off, some along the road forward, others back towards Manchester.

The lieutenant's horse had rolled over with him, as that of Mr.Jervoise struck it on the shoulder, with the full impetus of its spring.
"It is all over, Sir Marmaduke, and you are a free man.

We have nothing to do now but to ride for it." And, before the knight had fairly recovered from his astonishment, he found himself riding south across the moor, with his son on one side of him, and Mr.Jervoise and Harry on the other.
"You have saved my life, Jervoise," he said, holding out his hand to his friend.