I stopped the run, but also I've saved the cargo for her: for the devil a notion had I that the soldiers had wind of it; and, but for the flare, the boats would have run in and lost every tub.

Here we are, my lad!" We had climbed the cliff and were crossing a field of stubble grass, very painful to my feet.

I saw the shadow of a low hedge in front, but these words of Mr.Rogers conveyed nothing to me.

"Soh, soh, my girl!" he called softly, advancing towards the shadow: and at first I supposed him to be addressing the mysterious Lydia.

But following I saw him smoothing the neck of a small mare tethered beside the hedge, and the next moment had almost blundered against a light two-wheeled carriage resting on its shafts a few yards away.
Mr.Rogers whispered to me to lift the shafts.