Etched by W. H. W. Bicknell from drawings by Samuel Lover
CHAPTER XXII
The night was pitch dark, and on rounding the adjacent corner no vehicle could be seen; but a peculiar whistle from Dick was answered by the sound of approaching wheels and the rapid footfalls of a horse, mingled with the light rattle of a smart gig. On the vehicle coming up, Dick took his little mare, that was blacker than the night, by the head, the apron of the gig was thrown down, and out jumped a smart servant-boy.
“You have the horse ready, too, Billy?”
“Yis, sir,” said Billy, touching his hat.
“Then follow, and keep up with me, remember.”