feeling, however, was transient. The next instant saw him the same easy reckless being he had been before. There was

a little more paleness in his cheek than usual; but his look was keener, and his knees involuntarily clasped the saddle more firmly. No other symptom of anxiety was perceptible. It would be no impeachment to Dick's valour were it necessary to admit that a slight tremour crossed him, as he scanned the formidable array of his opponents. The admission is needless. Dick himself would have been the last man to own it; nor shall we do the memory of our undaunted highwayman any such injustice. Turpin was intrepid to a fault. He was rash; apt to run into risks for the mere pleasure of getting out of them; danger was his delight, and the degree of excitement was always in proportion to the peril incurred. After the first glance, he became, to use his own expressive phrase, as cool as a cucumber;" and continued as long as they permitted him, like a skilful commander, calmly to calculate the numerical strength of his adversaries, and to arrange his own plan of resistance.

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This troop of horsemen, for such it was, might probably amount, in the aggregate, to twenty men, and presented an appearance like that of a strong muster at a rustic fox-chase, due allowance being made for the various weapons of offence; to wit, naked sabres, firelocks, and a world of huge horsepistols, which the present field carried along with them. This resemblance was heightened by the presence of an old huntsman, and a gamekeeper or two, in scarlet and green jackets, and a few yelping hounds, that had followed after them. The majority of the crew consisted of sturdy yeomen; some of whom, mounted upon wild unbroken colts, had pretty lives of it to maintain their seats, and curveted about in "most admired disorder;" others were seated upon more docile, but quite as provoking specimens of the cart-horse breed, whose sluggish sides, reckless alike of hobnailed heel, or ash sapling, refused to obey their riders' intimations to move; while others again brought stiff, wrong-headed ponies to the charge-obstinate, impracticable little brutes, who seemed to prefer revolving on their own axes, and describing absurd rotatory motions, to proceeding in the direct and proper course pointed out to them. Dick could scarcely forbear laughing at these ridiculous manœuvres ; but his attention was chiefly attracted towards

three individuals, who were evidently the leaders of this warlike expedition. In the thin tall figure of the first of these, he recognised Ranulph Rookwood.-With the features and person of the second of the group, he was not entirely unacquainted, and fancied (nor incorrectly fancied) that his military bearing, or, as he would have expressed it, "the soldier-like cut of his jib," could belong to no other than Major Mowbray, whom he had once eased of a purse on Finchley Common.In the round, rosy countenance, and robustious person of the last of the trio, he discovered his ancient ally, Titus Tyrconnel.

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Ah, Titus, my jewel-are you there?" exclaimed Dick, as he distinguished the Irishman. Come, I have one friend among them, whom I may welcome. -So, they see me now. Off they come, pall-mall. Back, Bess, back-slowly, wench, slowly-there-stand!" And Bess again remained motion

less.

The report of Turpin's pistol reached the ears of the troop; and as all were upon the alert, he had scarcely presented himself at the archway, when a loud shout was raised, and the whole cavalcade galloped towards him, creating, as may be imagined, the wildest disorder; each horseman yelling, as he neared the arch, and got involved in the press occasioned by the unexpected concentration of forces at that point, while oaths and blows, kicks and cuffs, were reciprocated with such hearty good will, that, had Turpin ever read Ariosto or Cervantes, or heard of the discord of king Agramante's camp, this mêlée must have struck him as its realization. As it was, entertaining little apprehension of the result, he shouted encouragement to them. Scarcely, however, had the foremost horseman disentangled himself from the crowd, and, struggling to the door, was in the act of levelling his pistol at Turpin's head, when a well-directed ball pierced the brain of his charger, and horse and man rolled to the ground. Vowing vengeance, a second succeeded, and was in like manner compelled to bite the dust.

"That will let old Peter know that Ranulph Rookwood is at hand,” exclaimed Dick. "I shan't throw away another shot." The scene at the archway was now one of complete confusion. Terrified by the shots, some of the boors would have drawn back, while others, in mid career, advanced, and pro

pelled them forwards. It was like the meeting of two tides. Here and there, regardless of the bit, and scared by the firing, a wild colt broke all bounds, and, hurling his rider in the air, darted off into the green; or, in another case, rushed forward, and encountering the prostrate cattle cumbering the entrance to the Priory hall, stumbled, and precipitated his master neckover-heels at the very feet of his enemy. During all this tumult, a few shots were fired at the highwayman, which, without doing him a jot of mischief, tended materially to increase their own confusion.

The voice of Turpin was now heard, above the din and turmoil, to sound a parley; and as he appeared disposed to offer no opposition, some of his antagonists ventured to raise themselves from the ground, and to approach him.

"I demand to be led to Sir Ranulph Rookwood," said Turpin.

"He is here," said Ranulph, riding up. my prisoner."

"Villain, you are

"As you list, Sir Ranulph," returned Dick, coolly: "but let me have a word in private with you ere you do aught you may repent hereafter."

"No words, sir-deliver up your arms, or

My pistols are at your service," replied Dick" I have just discharged them."

"You may have others we must search you."

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Hold," cried Dick; "if you will not listen to me, read that paper;" and he handed Ranulph his mother's letter to It was without the superscription, which he had

Mr. Coates.

thrown aside.

"My mother's hand!" exclaimed Ranulph, reddening with anger, as he hastily perused its contents. "And she sent this to you? You lie, villain ——'tis a forgery."

"Let this speak for me," returned Dick, holding out the finger upon which Lady Rookwood's ring was placed. "Know you that cipher ?”

"You have stolen it," retorted Ranulph. 66 "My mother," added he, in a deep stern whisper, articulated only for Turpin's hearing, "would never have intrusted her honour to a highwayman's keeping."

"She has intrusted more her life," replied Dick, in a careless tone. "She would have bribed me to do murder."

"Murder!" echoed Ranulph, aghast.

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Ay, to murder your brother," returned Dick; "but let that pass. You have read that note. I have acted solely upon your mother's responsibility. Lady Rookwood's honour is pledged for my safety. Of course her son will set me free." "Never!"

66 Well, as you please. Your mother is in my power. Betray me, and you betray her."

"No more!" returned Ranulph, sternly. "Go your ways. You are free."

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Pledge me your word of honour I am safe."

Ranulph had scarcely given his pledge, when Major Mowbray rode furiously up. A deep flush of anger burnt upon his cheeks; his sword was drawn in his hand. He glanced at Turpin, as if he would have felled him from the saddle.

"This is the ruffian," cried the major, fiercely, "by whom I was attacked some months ago, and for whose apprehension the reward of three hundred pounds is offered by his Majesty's proclamation, with a free pardon to his accomplices. This is Richard Turpin. He has just added another crime to his many offences. He has robbed my mother and sister. The post-boy knew him the moment he came up. Where are they, villain? -Whither are they gone? -answer!"

"I know not," replied Turpin, calmly. "Did not the lad tell you they were rescued?"

"Rescued! - by whom?" asked Ranulph, with great emotion.

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By one who calls himself Sir Luke Rookwood," answered Turpin, with a meaning smile.

"By him!" ejaculated Ranulph.

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"Where are they now?"

I have already answered that question," said Dick. repeat, I know not."

"I

"You are my prisoner," cried the major, seizing Turpin's bridle.

"I have Sir Ranulph's word for my safety," rejoined Turpin. "Let go my rein."

"How is this?" asked Major Mowbray, incredulously. "Ask me not. Release him," replied Ranulph.

"Ranulph," said the major, "you ask an impossibility. My honour-my duty, is implicated in this man's capture.'

"The honour of all of us is involved in his deliverance,"

returned Ranulph, in a whisper. “Let him go. I will explain all hereafter. Let us search for them-for Eleanor. Surely, after this, you will help us to find them,” added he, addressing Turpin.

"I wish, with all my soul, I could do so,” replied the high

wayman.

"I seed the ladies cross the brook, and enter these old ruins," interposed the post-boy, who had now joined the party. "I seed 'em from where I stood in the hill-side; and as I kept a pretty sharp look-out, and have a tolerably bright eye of my own, I don't think as how they ever comed out again."

"Some one is hidden within yon fissure in the wall,” exclaimed Ranulph; “I see a figure move.”

And he flung himself from his horse, rushing towards the mouth of the cell. Imitating his example, Major Mowbray followed his friend, sword in hand.

"The game begins now in right earnest," said Dick to himself; "the old fox will be soon unearthed. I must look to my snappers," and he thrust his hand quietly into his pocket in search of a pistol.

Just as Ranulph and the major reached the recess, they were startled by the sudden apparition of the ill-fated attorney. "Mr. Coates!" exclaimed Ranulph, in surprise. "What do you here, sir?”

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"I-I-that is-Sir Ranulph-you must excuse me, sir-particular business-can't say," returned the trembling attorney; for at this instant his eye caught that of Turpin, and the ominous reflection of a polished-steel barrel, held carelessly towards him. He was aware, also, that on the other hand he was, in like manner, the mark of Rust and Wilder ; those polite gentlemen having threatened him with a brace of slugs in his brain, if he dared to betray their hiding-place. "It is necessary that I should be guarded in my answers," murmured he.

"Is there any one within that place beside yourself?" said the major, making a movement thither.

"No, sir, nobody at all," answered Coates hastily, fancying at the same time that he heard the click of the pistol that was to be his death-warrant.

"How came you here, sir?

demanded Ranulph.