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The approaching horses had turned off the turf on to the hard road; the steps of
first one and then another sounded out down the silent hill. I knew it was the Free
Traders from that; for except between banks they kept to the soft roadsides as if it
The horse stood, drooping its head, and the man turned in his saddle. “Runners,”
he shouted, “Bow Street runners! Come along, come along, boys! We'll roast 'em.
. . . Runners! Runners!” The sound of heavy horses at a jolting trot came to our ...
“Blindfold 'em, lads,” he cried, and turned me sharply round. “Don't struggle,” he
whispered in my ear; his silk handkerchief came cool across my eyelids. I felt
hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head. “You're all right,” he said
... who traveled with a bag of them at his saddle-bow, ready to pay his men their
seven shillings a head for the run. Ralph remembered, too—or I remembered for
him—that he had estates and an agent in Jamaica, and he turned into the big inn
We embarked, and, as we drew further out, the land turned to a shadow, spotted
here and there with little lights. Behind us a cock crowed. The shingle crashed at
intervals beneath the feet of a large body of men. I remembered the smugglers; ...
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