ll--you
see he's breathing his horse. All in good time, Mr. Coates--all in good
time, sir."

And maintaining an equal distance, both parties cantered leisurely up
the ascent now called Windmill Hill. We shall now return to Turpin.

Aghast at the deed he had accidentally committed, Dick remained for a
few moments irresolute; he perceived that King was mortally wounded, and
that all attempts at rescue would be fruitless; he perceived, likewise,
that Jerry and the Magus had effected their escape from the
bowling-green, as he could detect their figures stealing along the
hedge-side. He hesitated no longer. Turning his horse, he galloped
slowly off, little heeding the pursuit with which he was threatened.

"Every bullet has its billet," said Dick; "but little did I think that I
really should turn poor Tom's executioner. To the devil with this
rascally snapper," cried he, throwing the pistol over the hedge. "I
could never have used it again. 'Tis strange, too, that he should have
foretold his own fate--devilish strange! And then that he should have
been betrayed by the very blowen he trusted! that's a lesson, if I
wanted any. But trust a woman!--not I, the length of my little finger."

_CHAPTER IV_

_THE HUE AND CRY_

Six gentlemen upon the road
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scampering in the rear,
They raised the hue and cry:

Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!
Not one of them was mute;
And all and each that passed that way
Did join in the pursuit.

_John Gilpin._

Arrived at the brow of the hill, whence such a beautiful view of the
country surrounding the metropolis is obtained,[109] Turpin turned for
an instant to reconnoitre his pursuers. Coates and Titus he utterly
disregarded; but Paterson was a more formidable foe, and he well knew
that he had to deal with a man of experience and resolution. It was
then, for the first time, that the thoughts of executing his
extraordinary ride to York first flashed across him; his bosom throbbed
high with rapture, and he involuntarily exclaimed aloud, as he raised
himself in the saddle, "By God! I will do it!"

He took one last look at the great Babel that lay buried in a world of
trees beneath him; and as his quick eye ranged over the magnificent
prospect, lit up by that gorgeous sunset, he could not help thinking of
Tom King's last words. "Poor fellow!" tho