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I was yet standing there, half stunned by my loss and the suddenness of it all, when a tilbury came slowly round a bend in the road, the driver of which nodded lazily in his seat while his horse, a sorry, jaded animal, plodded wearily up the steep slope of the hill. As he approached I hailed him loudly, upon which he suddenly dived down between his knees and produced a brass-bound blunderbuss.
"What's to do? " cried he, a thick-set, round-faced fellow, "what's to do, eh? " and he covered me with the wide mouth of the blunderbuss.