G. R.
Murder
L500------reward

Whereas, Peter smith, blacksmith, late of Sissinghurst, in the county of Kent, suspected of the crime of wilful murder, did upon the Tenth of August last, make his escape from his gaolers, upon the Tonbridge road, somewhere between Sissinghurst and Pembry; the above reward, namely, five hundred pounds, will be paid to such person, or persons who shall give such information as shall lead to the arrest, and apprehension of the aforesaid Peter smith.  In the furtherance of which, is hereunto added a just and close description of the same—­viz.—­He is six foot tall, and a sizable rogue.  His hair, black, his eyes dark and piercing.  Clad, when last seen, in a worn velveteen jacket, kneebreeches buckled at the knees, gray worsted stockings, and patched shoes.  The coat torn at the right shoulder.  Upon his wrists, a pair of steel handcuffs.  Last seen in the vicinity of Pembry.

While I yet stared at this, I was conscious that the man had risen, and now stood at my elbow; also, that in one hand his carried a short, heavy stick.  He stood very still, and with bent head, apparently absorbed in the printed words before him, but more than once I saw his eyes gleam in the shadow of his hat-brim, as they turned to scan me furtively up and down.  Yet he did not speak or move, and there was something threatening, I thought, in his immobility.  Wherefore I, in turn, watched him narrowly from the corner of my eye, and thus it chanced that our glances met.

“You seem thoughtful?” said I.

“Ah!—­I be that.”

“And what might you be thinking?”

“Why—­since you ax me, I was thinkin’ as your eye was mighty sharp and piercin’.”

“Ah!” said I; “and what more?”

“That your coat was tore at the shoulder.”

“So it is,” I nodded; “well?”

“You likewise wears buckled breeches, and gray worsted stockings.”

“You are a very observant man!” said I.

“Though, to be sure,” said he, shaking his head, “I don’t see no ’andcuffs.”

“That is because they are hidden under my sleeves.”

“A-h-h!” said he, and I saw the stick quiver in his grip.

“As I said before, you are a very observant man!” said I, watching the stick.

“Well, I’ve got eyes, and can see as much as most folk,” he retorted, and here the stick quivered again.

“Yes,” I nodded; “you also possess legs, and can probably walk fast?”

“Ah!—­and run, too, if need be,” he added significantly.

“Then suppose you start.”

“Start where?”

“Anywhere, so long as you do start.”

“Not wi’out you, my buck!  I’ve took a powerful fancy to you, and that there five hundred pounds”—­here his left hand shot out and grasped my collar—­“so s’posin’ you come along o’ me.  And no tricks, mind—­no tricks, or—­ah!—­would ye?” The heavy stick whirled up, but, quick as he, I had caught his wrist, and now presented my pistol full in his face.