But, before that, the Scotch nearly caught one of the Edwards.

This time the English army had been cut to pieces; but the king did not wait to be captured, he took to his heels, or rather to his horse's hoofs.

He was beautifully mounted, and followed by half a dozen Scottish troopers; away he went, over hill and dale, ditch and river.

Dick Turpin's ride from London to York was nothing to it.

The king proved himself to be a first-rate horseman, for, after being chased this way over half the country, he succeeded in baffling his pursuers.