“I did not know the right direction of the opposite gate, and so had to guess at it as best I could.
“Far behind me were my pursuers, panting and yelling like so many half-bred hounds, when suddenly my flight was stopped by a high dead wall.
“Escape seemed impossible.
“My pursuers gave a loud shout of triumph as they perceived my progress was arrested, and I had almost given up every hope of escaping, when a sudden thought struck me that the wall might be nothing less than the city wall.
“‘I could regain my liberty through a window of one of the houses down the street, and against the city wall,’ I thought.
“I saw one with the door open.
“I jumped off my horse, and entered the house with a pistol in each hand.
“My pursuers, however, had seen it, and as I entered one of the rooms I heard them thundering at the street door.
“There was no one save an old woman in the room I entered.
“Seeing a fierce-looking man suddenly enter with a brace of pistols cocked she fainted, and fell on the floor.