The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 362: what you’re looking at

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MR. FORESTER 345 “ Cords — halters —- anything to bind him!” said Fores- ter, quickly, as he now snatched the dagger from the hand of Juliana; and while he still kept the villain down with his knee upon his breast, he held the poniard over him, at the same time showing by his looks that he was resolved to use it if the slightest resistance were attempted. His proceedings were ably and expeditiously seconded by Juliana. Two or three halters were ready close by, and with these she bound the prostrate bandit hand and foot, while Forester held the menacing poniard but an inch above his countenance. MHalf-suffocated with the kerchief, and full of mingled rage and terror, the man presented a hideous spectacle with his convulsing features. The work was promptly done; helpless and speechless the brigand lay upon the ground, and scarcely two minutes had elapsed since the moment that Forester and Juliana entered the stable. Now to saddle and bridle two of the steeds! Juliana’s own horse was amongst them, and the quick eye of Forester showed him which was likely to be the strongest and fleetest of the rest. The process of caparisoning the two animals was speedily accomplished, and then came the most daring and difficult part of the whole transaction. Fortunately the door was just high enough for a person on horseback to pass forth by bowing the head down upon the animal’s neck. This Forester’s keen glance perceived in an instant, and he assisted Juliana into her saddle. Then he tossed down by the bandit’s side the papers which he had written, mounted the animal which he had saddled for himself, and bade Juliana follow him close. Stooping down so as to avoid the top of the doorway, they urged their horses forth, and with the speed of the wind they galloped down the sloping path through the vista of cork-trees.. Ejaculations of rage and astonishment from the sentinels at the entrance reached their ears, as they thus careered past like hghtning flashes. Those ejaculations were quickly followed by shots, and a bullet went through Forester’s hat, while another whistled close by Juliana’s ear. ; “Courage, my heroine!” shouted Forester, and the grove echoed the cry. In a couple of minutes they emerged from amidst the trees, and in an instant shots were fired by the sentinels CONNIE DOOKS (FO)