The horses when he was fallen soon stopt of themselves, and the ruffian stepping out, with oaths and menaces drew his sword, and ordered him at his peril to retire; but Mr Burchell running up, shivered his sword to pieces, and then pursued him for near a quarter of a mile; but he made his escape.

I was at this time come out myself, willing to assist my deliverer; but he soon returned to me in triumph.

The postillion, who was recovered, was going to make his escape too; but Mr Burchell ordered him at his peril to mount again, and drive back to town.

Finding it impossible to resist, he reluctantly complied, though the wound he had received seemed, to me at least, to be dangerous.

He continued to complain of the pain as we drove along, so that he at last excited Mr Burchell's compassion, who, at my request, exchanged him for another at an inn where we called on our return.' 'Welcome then,' cried I, 'my child, and thou her gallant deliverer, a thousand welcomes.