Why Jeremy chose to ride this way, instead of the more direct one (which would have been over Oare-hill), was more than I could account for: but I had nothing to do with that; all I wanted was to save his life.
And this I did by about a minute; and (which was the hardest thing of all) with a great horse-pistol at my head as I seized upon his bridle.
'Jeremy, Jerry,' was all I could say, being so fearfully short of breath; for I had crossed the ground quicker than any horse could.
'Spoken just in time, John Ridd!' cried Master Stickles, still however pointing the pistol at me: 'I might have known thee by thy size, John.
What art doing here ?' 'Come to save your life.

For God's sake, go no farther.

Three men in the covert there, with long guns, waiting for thee.' 'Ha! I have been watched of late.

That is why I pointed at thee, John.
Back round this corner, and get thy breath, and tell me all about it.

I never saw a man so hurried.