"To the left, to the Castle.

Each about eight miles.

Get down." "But they'll be on us!" I cried.
"Get down!" he repeated brusquely; and I obeyed.

The wood was dense up to the very edge of the road.

We led our horses into the covert, bound handkerchiefs over their eyes, and stood beside them.
"You want to see who they are ?" I whispered.
"Ay, and where they're going," he answered.
I saw that his revolver was in his hand.
Nearer and nearer came the hoofs.