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 So saying, he set spurs to his horse, and continued to pursue the chase.

"Cuddie," said Morton, "for God's sake catch a horse as quickly as you can. I will not trust Lord Evandale's life with these obdurate men.—You are wounded, my Lord. Are you able to continue your retreat?" he continued, addressing himself to his prisoner, who, half stunned by the fall, was but beginning to recover himself.

"I think so," replied Lord Evandale. "But is it possible?—Do I owe my life to Mr Morton?"

"My interference would have been the same from common humanity," replied Morton; "to your Lordship it was a sacred debt of gratitude."

Cuddie at this instant returned with a horse.

"God-sake, mount—mount, and ride like a fleeing hawk, my Lord," said the good-natured fellow, "for ne'er be in me, if they are na killing every ane o' the wounded and prisoners."