Part 7 (2/2)
Neither of them spoke for many a mile Amyas, because histhe honor of his house; and Will, because he was hesitating between Ireland and the wars, and Rose Salterne and love-o, Amyas”
”Whither?”
”To Ireland with you, old ed my anchor at last”
”What anchor, allant shi+p”
”Modest even if not true”
”Inclination, like an anchor, holds ht”
”To the mud”
”Nay, to a bed of roses--not without their thorns”
”Hillo! I have seen oysters grow on fruit-trees before now, but never an anchor in a rose-garden”
”Silence, or ainst the rocks of my flinty discernment”
”Pooh--well Up co dead from the northeast, and as bitter and cross as a northeaster too, and tugs round in a storo, ard ho! to get h”
”Earnest, Will?”
”As I a hawk of the White Cliff!”
”I had rather have called it Gallantry Bower still, though,” said Will, punning on the double nahest point of the deer park
”Well, as long as you are on land, you know it is Gallantry Bower still: but ays call it White Cliff when you see it from the sea-board, as you and I shall do, I hope, to-”
”What, so soon?”
”Dare we lose a day?”
”I suppose not: heigh-ho!”
And they rode on again in silence, A not a little content (in spite of his late self-renunciation) to find that one of his rivals at least was going to raise the siege of the Rose garden for a few months, and withdraw his forces to the coast of Kerry
As they went over Bursdon, Amyas pulled up suddenly
”Did you not hear a horse's step on our left?”
”On our left--coht It , or a sownder of wild swine: orof iron, friend Let us stand and watch”
Bursdon and Welsford were then, as now, a rolling range of drearysave few and far between a world-old furze-bank which hts of some distant cattle farm, and crossed then, not as now, by a decent road, but by a rough confused track-way, the remnant of an old Roman road from Clovelly dikes to Launceston To the left it trended doards a lower range of e; and thither the two young littered for miles beneath the moon, one sheet of frosted silver, in the heavy autuet hoht save a couple ofby the h (luckily for hi as a fox in all matters of tactic and practic, and would have in these days proved his right to be considered an intellectual person by being a thorough man of business
”If any of his party are ue on the fellohoever he is, he has dodged us! Look there!”
It was too true The unknown horseman had evidently dismounted below, and led his horse up on the other side of a long furze-dike; till coain froainst the sky, in the act of leading his nag over a gap
”Ride like the wind!” and both youths galloped across furze and heather at him; but ere they ithin a hundred yards of hiain on his horse, and ay far ahead
”There is the dor to us, with a vengeance,” cried Cary, putting in the spurs
”It is but a lad; we shall never catch hih; and do you lumber after as you can, old heavysides;” and Cary pushed forward
Aht of him for tendisconsolately at his horse's knees
”Look forthe furze there; and oh! I am as full of needles as ever was a pin-cushi+on”
”Are his knees broken?”
”I daren't look No, I believe not Co, and make the best of a bad ht, too”
”He is going for Moorwinstow, then; but where is my cousin?”
”Behind us, I dare say We shall nab him at least”
”Cary, proht, and let ans and Morgan Evans He is but the cat's paw, and we are after the cats themselves”
And so they went on another dreary six lens and ht to Chapel, and stop the foxes' earth? Or through the King's Park to Stow, and get out Sir Richard's hounds, hue and cry, and queen's warrant in proper form?”
”Let us see Sir Richard first; and whatsoever he decides about my uncle, I will endure as a loyal subject 's Park, while Sir Richard's colts cah a rich woodland lane five hundred feet into the valley, till they could hear the brawling of the little trout-strea thunder of the ocean surf
Down through oods, all fragrant with dying autu far above the keen Atlantic breeze, into one of those delicious Western combes, and so past the es In theof one of the men knehosethat was; and both hearts beat fast; for Rose Salterne slept, or rather seemed to wake, in that chamber