Giles Peram took courage, and mounting a horse, joined the troopers in galloping about the country and capturing or shooting the rebels, who, now that their spirits were broken, seldom made any resistance.
One day at sunset Hugh Price and Giles Peram suddenly came upon a wild-eyed, haggard young man, mounted upon a jaded steed.

He had slept on the ground, for his uncombed hair had leaves still sticking to it, and his clothes were faded, soiled and torn.

The evenings were cold, it being late in October, and the fugitive was looking about for a place to sleep.

At a glance, both recognized him as Robert Stevens.

They were armed with loaded pistols, while Robert, though he had weapons in his holsters, was out of powder.
"There he is, Giles; now slay him!" cried the stepfather.
Robert realized his danger, and, with his whip, lashed his horse to a run.