"Remember your promise.

We must go; it is madness waiting any longer." And as he spoke one of the peasants, running past, fell dead, shot by a musket ball from the rear.

Leigh seized Patsey's bridle and, setting his own horse in motion, they rode on.

They were but just in time for, before they had ridden two hundred yards Leigh, looking round, saw the Republicans issuing from the town.
"Pull yourself together, Patsey!" Leigh exclaimed.

"We may have their cavalry after us, in a minute or two.