The String of Pearls (1850), p. 730

stirrup. Maddened, then, at the idea that each moment his foes were gaining upon him, Todd made such a vigorous effort to mount, that he succeeded in doing so, although both his feet were out of the stirrups. He clung to the horse with desperation, and kicked it violently with his heels, striking it at the same time on the head violently with his clenched fist.
The animal was driven half crazy by such unusual treatment, and after plunging and rearing for a few seconds, set off at such a gallop as no one could have believed any mortal horse could have achieved.
"Off again!" cried the colonel. "I could have shot him, I think, Ingestrie, just now."
"Then, why, in the name of all that's tantalising, did you not do so?"
"Why, to tell the truth, I was afraid of hitting the horse. If it had kept still for a moment, it would have been all right; but I could not be certain of my aim as it was. Now, mind, we must have him, and I think he begins to find that fact out."
Certainly, if any judgment could be come to, by the desperate manner in which Todd rode, it would appear as though he considered his career as all but at an end. Oh, how at that time he roated and raved that he had no fire-arms, by the aid of which he might turn and cope with his foes. If he had only had but a pair of pistols, he thought that not only would he have escaped, but escaped likewise with the intense gratification of destroying two of his enemies; but, then, he was totally unarmed, and if they should succeed in coming up with him, he had not even the means of self-destruction about him.
Indifferent horseman, however, as Todd was, even he could not help seeing that he was far better mounted than those who were pursuing him, and so, from
that circumstance, he gathered just a faint hope that he might distance them by knocking up their steeds. From what he had already experienced of the mettle
of the horse he had got hold of so providentially for him, he felt certain that if his pursuers were obliged to come to a pjause only for a quarter of an hour, he
should be able to place such a distance between h/m and them, that he might consider himself to be in comparative, if not absolute safety.
To accomplish such a result, then, he felt that his plan was to keep right on within their sight, and let them sooner be tired out by the unwonted exertions
that they would compel their inefficient cattle lo make, with the vain hope of overtaking him. But Todd had to do with a man, in Colonel Jeffrey, who was
quite equal to such an emergency.
A stern chace is a long chace, but an escape even at considerable speed is a weary affair, with a foe directly behind; and the colonel calculated that allowing Todd all the difference in speed between the horses, it would be yet a long distance before he could throw them back so far that they would not be in a position to take advantage of any accident that might occur to him.
"Cool and easy, Ingestrie," he said; "it's a question of time, now. The longer we can keep our horses on their legs, the better for us. Don't urge your horse too much."
Todd had now reached a very wild and romantic part of the road. It wound through a cutting in a mass of chalk, which, as it would be impossible to sur-
mount, and a tedious thing to go round, had been very roughly levelled to the width of a road, and the sides were covered with rank vegetation, for successive
rains had washed down upon the face of the chalk a facing of loam, from which had sprung up gigantic weeds, and innumerable wild flowers.
Todd had got about half way through this place, when, from the other end of it, there came a party of five horsemen.
One man rode at the head of the party upon a black horse, which had evidently gone far that day. Todd and this man met face to face, and they simultaneously
pronounced each other's names.
"Sir Richard Blunt!" shrieked Todd.
"Sweeney Todd!" said the magistrate.