“You are mistaken, you see, perfidious villain,” cried Nicholas.  “You have yet to render an account of all the wrongs you have done me, but meantime you shall not pass unpunished.”

And as he spoke, he snatched the petronel from Fogg, and with the but-end dealt him a tremendous blow on the head, felling him to the ground.

By this time the other robbers had descended from the rocks, and, seeing the fall of their leader, rushed forward to avenge him, but Nicholas did not tarry for any further encounter; but, fully satisfied with what he had done, struck spurs into Robin, and galloped off.  For a few minutes he could hear the shouts of the men, but they soon afterwards died away.

Little more than half the ravine had been traversed when the rencounter above described took place; but, though the road was still difficult and dangerous, and rendered doubly so by the obscurity, no further hindrance occurred till just as Nicholas was quitting the gloomy intricacies of the gorge, and approaching the more open country beyond it.  At this point Robin fell, throwing both him and Nance, and when the animal rose again he was found to be so much injured that it was impossible to mount him.  There was no resource but to proceed to Burnley, which was still three or four miles distant, on foot.

In this dilemma, Nance volunteered to provide the squire with another steed, but he resolutely refused the offer.

“No, no—­none of your broomsticks for me,” he cried; “no devil’s horses—­I don’t know where they may carry me.  My own legs must serve me now.  I’ll just take poor Robin out of the road, and then trudge off for Burnley as fast as I can.”

With this, he led the horse to a small green mead skirting the stream, and taking off his saddle and bridle, and depositing them carefully under a tree, he patted the animal on the neck, promising to return for him on the morrow, and then set off at a brisk pace, with Nance walking beside him.  They had not gone far, however, when the clattering of hoofs was heard behind them, and it was evident that several horsemen were rapidly approaching.  Nance stopped, listened for a moment, and then declaring that it was Demdike and his band in pursuit, seized the squire’s arm and drew him out of the road, and under the shelter of some bushes of hazel.  The robber captain could only have been stunned, it appeared; and, as soon as he had recovered from the effects of the blow, had mounted his horse, which was concealed, with those of his men, behind the rocks, and started after the fugitives.  Such was the construction put upon the matter by Nance, and the event proved it correct.  A loud shout from the horsemen, and a sudden halt, proclaimed that poor Robin had been discovered; and this circumstance seemed to give great satisfaction to Demdike, who loudly declared that they were now sure of overtaking the runaways.

“They cannot be far off,” he cried; “but they will most likely attempt to hide themselves, so look well about you.”