I bounded into the saddle.

Somebody, the master or the man, shouted wildly behind me.
What cared I for his shouts! I touched the horse with my spurs, and he bounded forward with such a spring that only a rider like myself could have sat him.

I gave him his head and let him go--it did not matter to me where, so long as we left this inn far behind us.

He thundered away across the vineyards, and in a very few minutes I had placed miles between myself and my pursuers.

They could no longer tell, in that wild country, in which direction I had gone.