An instant’s pause, however, corrected me.  “No,” thought I, “the God who has conducted me thus far through the valley of the shadow of death, will not abandon me now.  I will fall into their hands, or I will escape hence, but it shall be free from the stain of blood; His will be done.”  I felt a confidence arising from this reflection, an assurance of protection which I cannot describe.  There were no other means of escape, so I advanced, with a firm step and collected mind, to the window.  I noiselessly withdrew the bars, and unclosed the shutters; I pushed open the casement, and without waiting to look behind me, I ran with my utmost speed, scarcely feeling the ground beneath me, down the avenue, taking care to keep upon the grass which bordered it.  I did not for a moment slacken my speed, and I had now gained the central point between the park-gate and the mansion-house.  Here the avenue made a wider circuit, and in order to avoid delay, I directed my way across the smooth sward round which the carriageway wound, intending, at the opposite side of the level, at a point which I distinguished by a group of old birch trees, to enter again upon the beaten track, which was from thence tolerably direct to the gate.  I had, with my utmost speed, got about half way across this broad flat, when the rapid tramp of a horse’s hoofs struck upon my ear.  My heart swelled in my bosom, as though I would smother.  The clattering of galloping hoofs approached; I was pursued; they were now upon the sward on which I was running; there was not a bush or a bramble to shelter me; and, as if to render escape altogether desperate, the moon, which had hitherto been obscured, at this moment shone forth with a broad, clear light, which made every object distinctly visible.  The sounds were now close behind me.  I felt my knees bending under me, with the sensation which unnerves one in a dream.  I reeled, I stumbled, I fell; and at the same instant the cause of my alarm wheeled past me at full gallop.  It was one of the young fillies which pastured loose about the park, whose frolics had thus all but maddened me with terror.  I scrambled to my feet, and rushed on with weak but rapid steps, my sportive companion still galloping round and round me with many a frisk and fling, until, at length, more dead than alive, I reached the avenue-gate, and crossed the stile, I scarce knew how.  I ran through the village, in which all was silent as the grave, until my progress was arrested by the hoarse voice of a sentinel, who cried “Who goes there?” I felt that I was now safe.  I turned in the direction of the voice, and fell fainting at the soldier’s feet.  When I came to myself, I was sitting in a miserable hovel, surrounded by strange faces, all bespeaking curiosity and compassion.  Many soldiers were in it also; indeed, as I afterwards found, it was employed as a guard-room by a detachment of troops quartered for that night in the town.  In a few words I informed their officer of the circumstances which had occurred, describing also the appearance of the persons engaged in the murder; and he, without further loss of time than was necessary to procure the attendance of a magistrate, proceeded to the mansion-house of Carrickleigh, taking with him a party of his men.  But the villains had discovered their mistake, and had effected their escape before the arrival of the military.