As he rode by he said, "Good-bye, uncle Jeff, perhaps you won't see me again;" and I cried out, "Remember your God and your mother, Sam, and don't do anything foolish." Then he was gone; and looking across the plains the way he should go, I saw another horseman toiling far away, and recognised Doctor Mulhaus.
Good Doctor! he had seen the danger in a moment, and by his ready wit had got a start of every one else by ten minutes.
The Doctor, on his handsome long-bodied Arabian mare, was making good work of it across the plains, when he heard the rush of horses' feet behind him, and turning, he saw tall Widderin bestridden by Sam, springing over the turf, gaining on him stride after stride.

In a few minutes they were alongside of one another.
"Good lad!" cried the Doctor; "On, forwards; catch her, and away to the woods with her.

Bloodhound Desborough will be on their trail in half-an-hour.

Save her, and we will have noble vengeance." Sam only waved his hand in good-bye, and sped on across the plain like a solitary ship at sea.

He steered for a single tree, now becoming dimly visible, at the foot of the Organ hill.
The good horse, with elastic and easy motion, fled on his course like a bird; lifting his feet clearly and rapidly through the grass.