CHAPTER XXIII. SUNDRY OCCURRENCES NARRATED-MR. BROWN AND HIS FRIENDS IN TROUBLE.
Murderer. Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched pashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.”
“Yolk-fellows in arms,
Let us to France!”
Shakspeare.
Y ou are late, my friend,” I said, as the gipsy stopped beside me and Mr. Hartley.
“I am too late to warn you against the attempt, but in good time to apprise you of the extent of the danger you have eseaped, and implore you, as you value life, to profit by it,” was the reply.
“You are then aware that I have been assailed, and providentially rescued?”