422 TYLNEY HALL. rally came off with the worst. After several plunges, and rearing and kicking, by a sudden jerk the brute contrived to throw the Creole over his head, to the infinite mortification of the latter, who heard a horse-laugh at his expense. He was in the saddle again in a twinkling, and cramming the spurs into the flanks of his steed, he departed at full gallop ; but at the end of the first hundred yards, he was nearly unseated again by the horse shying at some object in the road, which he refused to pass. Indeed it looked more like a bundle of rags than a human being, that sat, or rather crouched, on the ground at the side of the narrow lane ; and the snorting animal was only induced by dint of much alternate coaxing and compulsion to approach within a yard or two of the figure, where he stood wildly eyeing it, and panting with terror. Sir Walter, however, was bent upon his point, and at last he succeeded in bringing his horse so close, as almost to trample on the man, and then reining him up, he suffered the wayward brute to gaze away his alarm. The poor wretch, in the mean time, turned up his face imploringly ; it was pinched with cold and hunger, and of the colour of saffron, and his hand shook like an ague as he held out a tattered straw hat. " For the love of God, bestow a ha'penny on a poor un- fortunate fellow !" "I'll bestow a broken head on you, scoundrel !" cried and he aimed a blow at the object the vexed Sir Walter ; with the butt-end of his whip. " " The old ! thing exclaimed the mendicant, in a tone of " : piteous resignation more kicks than ha'pence. But " that's my luck ! The spurs were dashed in the horse's side ; he darted past the beggar, and flew off with the speed of the whirl- wind : but a new trouble was in store for the ill-used wretch. A tall, ungainly, heavy-looking man came striding up to him, and inquired, in a tone of authority, what had passed with the gentleman on horseback. " I only asked him for a trifle to keep soul and body together," said the man in rags, " and he gave me this cut on the head. It has fetched blood ; but I wo'n't complain. It's what I'm used to, only I'd take it kind if he'd made it wilful murder at once."