The distance between his own house and that of his intended father-in-law was about three miles, and there lay a long space of level road, hedged in, as was then the custom, on both sides, from behind which hedges an excellent aim could be taken.

As Sir Robert proceeded along this lonely path, his horse stumbled against some stones that were in his way, or perhaps that had been purposely placed there.

Be that as it may, the baronet fell, and a small man, of compact size and vigorous frame, was found aiding him to rise.

Having helped him into the saddle, the baronet asked him, with an infirm and alarmed voice, who he was.
"Why, Sir Robert," he replied, "you must know I am not a Papist, or I wouldn't be apt to render you any assistance; I am somewhat of your own kidney--a bit of a priest-hunter, on a small scale.

I used to get them for Captain Smellpriest, but he paid me badly, and as there was great risk among the bloody Papists, I made up my mind to withdraw out of his service; but you are a gentleman, Sir Robert, what Captain Smellpriest is not, and if you want an active and useful enemy to Popery, I am your man." "I want such a person, certainly," replied the baronet, who, in consequence of the badness of the road and the darkness of the night, was obliged to walk his horse with caution.