"No."
"Get out!" he shouted to the driver; and, kicking him out of the seat, he seized the reins himself, and drove the horses straight forward to where the noise arose.
"It's the brigands, Dacres. The ladies are there."
"My wife! O God! my wife!" groaned Dacres. But a minute before he had been cursing her.
"Get a knife! Get something, man! Have a fight for it!"
Dacres murmured something.
Hawbury lashed the horses, and drove them straight toward the wood.