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We mounted, and cleared then as quick as we could. We had wasted too much time, and thrown away a chance or two, as it was. Starlight and I said goodbye to Bella. Maddie wouldn't show out again: said she'd a headache. So Joe was forced to make the best of it, and trust to better luck next time. Off we went -- Joe on the right, poncho and all. It was the fun of the world; he looked the dead image of Jim. We yelled again, Starlight and I, and said we'd half a mind to bring him home to the Hollow, and see if dad would be taken in.
But it was near enough turning out no laughing matter for Joe. Just as we were turning off the road into a bit of clear ground we heard the rattle of horses' hoofs, and a voice we knew sang out, "There they are, by Jove! that's Jim Marston -- I'd know him among a thousand. " With that Sir Ferdinand and half-a-dozen troopers dashed at us, like hawks at a brace of quail. As they came on, every man emptied his revolver.