"I am devilish glad I met you," was Sir Peter's rather selfish reply.
"'Tis he! 'tis the devil!" grunted the Corporal, as the two men now gained their side and pulled up; and Walter recognised the faces he had marked in the ale-house.
"Your servant, gentlemen," quoth the uglier of the two; "you ride fast—"
"And ready;—bother—baugh!" chimed in the Corporal, plucking a gigantic pistol from his holster, without any farther ceremony.
"Glad to hear it, Sir!" said the hard-featured Stranger, nothing dashed. "But I can tell you a secret!"
"What's that—augh?" said the Corporal, cocking his pistol.
"Whoever hurts you, friend, cheats the gallows!" replied the stranger, laughing, and spurring on his horse, to be out of reach of any practical answer with which the Corporal might favour him. But Bunting was a prudent man, and not apt to be choleric.
"Bother!" said he, and dropped his pistol, as
