There was a loud cry from the bridge, startling the pair from their fancied security.
"There they ride! The watch, ho! Stop the traitor! Stop him! For the Queen! For the Queen!"
"God help us!" cried Phœbe. "'Tis the two yeomen of the Peacock Inn!"
With one accord the pair clapped spurs to their horses' sides and resumed once more the flight which they had thought concluded.
CHAPTER XVII
REBECCA'S TRUMP CARD
When Rebecca set out for the Panchronicon from London Bridge, she knew that she had a long walk in prospect, and settled down to the work with dogged resolution. Her trip was quite uneventful until she neared the village of Newington, and then she realized for the first time that she did not know exactly where to find the deserted grove. One grove looked much like another, and how was she to choose between garden walls "as like as two peas," as she expressed it?
"Look here, Rebecca Wise," she said, aloud, as she paused in the middle of the road, "you'll be lost next you know!"
She looked about dubiously and shook her head.