umbled on the high road again.
Here he sat down for a few seconds to recover breath on one of the grey
boulder stones with which the whole country was covered, and while
wiping the perspiration from his brow his thoughts were busy. Having
left his pursuers far behind, he felt sure that he could afford to rest
for a few moments.

It occurred to him that even although he should succeed in escaping,
there was no chance of his being able to get away by the train from
Athenbury, for the burglars and police would certainly be at the station
on the look-out for him. He remembered suddenly that there was a
station twenty miles from Athenbury at which the ten o'clock train
usually stopped. It was two hours yet to the starting of the train, so
that he might count on nearly three to get to the station.

"I'll do it!" he exclaimed, starting up with animation, and looking in
the direction of the moor. The pursuers were now pretty close to him.
They panted much and ran very heavily. A quiet smile lit up Kenneth's
countenance, for he felt his strength recruited even with the few
minutes' rest he had obtained.

"Now, then, let the memory of Eton days come over me," he muttered, as
he tied his pocket-handkerchief tightly round his waist.

Pulling his hat firmly down over his brows, he prepared to start, just
as the policemen and the gentlemanly burglar stumbled on to the road, in
a state of complete exhaustion, and covered from head to foot with mud!

Kenneth could not repress a cheer as he waved his hat to them and
shouted farewell.

He then turned, and, stooping low, sped over the country like a
greyhound.

He had not gone above four miles when he overtook a stout countryman in
a smock-frock and slouch-hat plodding heavily along the road.

A new idea flashed into Kenneth's mind. He resolved to change costumes
with this man; but felt that he had no time to waste in talking over the
subject or explaining why he wanted to do so. He therefore stopped
abruptly when close to him, and said--

"My man, I've a fancy for your clothes."

"You'll ha' to foight for 'em then."

"Very well, begin at once," said Kenneth, buttoning his coat, and
suddenly seizing the countryman by the throat with a grip that made his
eyes almost start out of their sockets. "How shall it be, wrestling or
fisticuffs? But let me advise you to do it at once without fighting,
for I _don't_ want to hurt you, and I _do_ mean to have your clothes.
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