He had just seen the cruel consequences of his own behaviour ; and the thought of the sum of misery that was now acting in the whole of Shoreby filled him with despair . At length he reached the outskirts , and there , sure enough , he saw straight before him the same broad , beaten track across the snow that he had marked from the summit of the church . Here , then , he went the faster on ; but still , as he rode , he kept a bright eye upon the fallen men and horses that lay beside the track . Many of these , he was relieved to see , wore Sir Daniel 's colours , and the faces of some , who lay upon their back , he even recognised . About half-way between the town and the forest , those whom he was following had plainly been assailed by archers ; for the corpses lay pretty closely scattered , each pierced by an arrow . And here Dick spied among the rest the body of a very young lad , whose face was somehow hauntingly familiar to him . He halted his troop , dismounted , and raised the lad 's head . As he did so , the hood fell back , and a profusion of long brown hair unrolled itself . At the same time the eyes opened . `` Ah ! lion driver ! '' said a feeble voice . `` She is farther on . Ride -- ride fast ! '' And then the poor young lady fainted once again . One of Dick 's men carried a flask of some strong cordial , and with this Dick succeeded in reviving consciousness . Then he took Joanna 's friend upon his saddlebow , and once more pushed toward the forest . `` Why do ye take me ? '' said the girl . `` Ye but delay your speed . ''
`` Nay , Mistress Risingham , '' replied XXXXX .
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