At last, as I was still madly dashing on, panting and blowing, and had almost given up all hope, I saw at a distance before me a heap of stones by the side of the road, probably placed there for the purpose of repairing it; a thought appeared to strike me--I will shy at those stones, and if I can't get rid of him so, resign myself to my fate.
So I increased my speed till arriving within about ten yards of the heap, I made a desperate start, turning half round with nearly the velocity of a mill-stone.

Oh, the joy I experienced when I felt my enemy canted over my neck, and saw him lying senseless in the road.

"I have you now in my power," I said, or rather neighed, as, going up to my prostrate foe, I stood over him.

"Suppose I were to rear now, and let my fore feet fall upon you, what would your life be worth?
that is, supposing you are not killed already, but lie there, I will do you no further harm, but trot to Horncastle without a rider, and when there.

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