The Lost Treasure of Trevlyn - A Story of the Days of the Gunpowder Plot by Evelyn Everett-Green
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hour of danger. He felt the beatings of his heart, but they were
due as much to excitement as to fear. In truth he was more excited than afraid; for he had absolutely nothing to lose save a suit of old clothes and his horse, and both of these were in sorry enough plight to be little tempting to those hardy ruffians, who were accustomed to have travellers to rob of a far superior stamp. Nearer and nearer came the galloping horse hoofs, and a loud, rough voice ordered him to stop. Cuthbert obeyed, and wheeled round on his placid steed, who showed no sign of disquietude or excitement, but at once commenced to nibble the short grass that grew beside the sandy track. "And what do you want of me, gentlemen?" asked Cuthbert, as he found himself confronted by half-a-dozen stalwart fellows, with swarthy faces and vigorous frames. They were all armed and well mounted, and would have been formidable enough to a wealthy traveller with his stuff or valuables about him. "Your money--or your life!" was the concise reply and Cuthbert was able to smile as he replied: "Marry then, it must be my life, for money I have none. I have naught but an old suit of clothes and a breviary in yon bag. You are welcome to both an ye will condescend to wear such habiliments; but I trow ye would find them sorry garments after those ye now display." "Tut, tut! we will see to that. There be many cunning fashions of |
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