tol was drawn from the newcomer's belt and pointed
full at Leonard's head.

'Another step and you are a dead man! Your money or your life, and be
quick about it!' said the highwayman, as he suddenly pulled the curb
and checked his foam-covered horse. At this challenge, Leonard
obediently pulled up his own steed with his left hand, while, with his
right, he drew out his purse and handed it over to the robber without
a word.

The pistol still remained at full cock, pointed straight at his head.
'Your horse next,' demanded the stranger. 'It is a good beast. Though
not as swift as mine I can find a use for it in my profession.
Dismount; or I fire.'

In perfect silence Leonard dismounted, making no objection, and gave
his horse's bridle into the highwayman's outstretched hand. Then at
last, the threatened pistol was lowered, and replaced in the robber's
belt. Throwing the folds of his long cloak over one shoulder, and
carefully adjusting his mask, that not a glimpse of either face or
figure should betray his identity, he prepared to depart, leaving his
victim penniless and afoot on the wide, desolate moor. But, though the
highwayman had now finished with the Quaker, the Quaker had by no
means finished with the highwayman.

It was now Leonard's turn to be aggressive. Standing there on the
bleak road, alone and unarmed, Leonard Fell raised a warning hand, and
solemnly rebuked his assailant for his evil deeds. At the same time he
admonished him that it was not yet too late for him to repent and lead
a righteous life, before his hour for repentance should be forever
passed.

This was a most surprising turn of events for the highwayman. At first
he listened silently, too much astonished to speak. Leonard however
did not mince matters, and before he had finished his exhortation the
other man was in a furious rage. Never before had any of his victims
treated him in this fashion. Curses, tears, despair, those were all to
be expected in his 'profession'; but this extraordinary man was
neither beseeching him for money nor swearing at him in anger. His
victim was merely giving a solemn, yet almost friendly warning to the
robber of his horse and of his gold.

'You, you cowardly dog!' blustered Leonard's assailant. 'You let me
rob you of your purse and of your steed like a craven! You could not
even pluck up courage to defend yourself. Yet now, you actually dare
to stand and preach at ME, in the middle of the King's highway?'