The ball smashed the glass, and went right through the hole.
Some one was heard to fall outside.
Tom Bates rushed to the window, and flung the shutter open.
No one was there!
“Well, if I didn’t hit him, I must have shaved him closely,” said Bates, and closed the window again.
The moment Captain Jack had divided the spoil, a horseman was heard to halt at the inn door.
“A traveller, and at this late hour. Who can it be?” said the select party in the parlour. “Who can it be?”
“Here, waiter” said one and another, “don’t let the place be over-crowded, there are seven of our party here already; you can’t accommodate any more.”
“I swear I’ll have no half bed to-night.”
“Nor I either.”