These wicked beoble do not dare to hurt an English gentleman, who wears the hat and is brotected by the Bowers of Eurobe.' We had not really got into the place before some boys at play among the rocks outside the houses, spying my hat, threw stones in our direction.

One hit my horse.

I raised my whip and rode at them.

They fled with screams of terror.

Glancing back, I could perceive no sign of my devout companion.