He caught me by the wrist, and said: "'Come along, it's no use your screaming.' "Mrs.Barker caught up something and rushed at him, but he knocked her down with the butt end of his pistol.

Then he caught up her shawl, which was lying on the chair close by, and threw it right over my head; and then caught me up, and carried me out.
"I tried to struggle, but he seemed to hold me as if I were in a vice.

I heard Alice scream, and then I must have fainted; for the next thing I knew was that I was being carried along on horseback.
I was so muffled up, and he held me so tight, that I felt it was no use to struggle; and I made up my mind to lie quite still, as if I was still insensible, till he put me down; and then--I think I intended to try and seize his pistol, or to get hold of a knife, if there was one and, if I could not kill him, to kill myself.
"There did not seem the least hope of rescue.

Mr.Barker was away, and would not be back for hours.

I supposed that the constables were shot, and all the men round were away with you; and from the distance you said you were going, I did not think you could be back for days.
"Presently I felt him stop and turn his horse; and then, when he spoke, I knew that he had not killed both the constables, and that one of them had followed him.