The Waverley novels, by Sir Walter Scott, complete in 12 vol., printed from the latest English ed., embracing the author's last corrections, prefaces & notes.

368 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
Fang. A rescue! a rescue!
Mirs. Quickly. Good people, bring a rescue or two.
HENRY IV. PART I.
THE followers of Peveril were so well accustomed to the sound of " Boot
and Saddle," that they were soon imounted and in order; and in all the
form, and with some of the dignity of danger, proceeded to escort the
Countess of Derby through the hilly and desert track of country which connects the frontier of the shire with the neighbouring county of Cheshire.
The cavalcade moved with considerable precaution, which they had been
taught by the discipline of the Civil Wars. One wary and well-mounted
trooper rode about two hundred yards in advance; followed, at about half
that distanne, by two more, with their carabines advanced, as if ready for
action. About one hundred yards behind the advance, came the main body;
where the Countess of Derby, mounted on Lady Peveril's ambling palfrey,
(for her own had been exhausted by the journey from London to Martindale
Castle,) accompanied by one groom, of approved fidelity, and one waitingmaid, was attended anqd guarded by the Knight of the Peak, and three files
of good and practised horsemen. In the rear came Whitaker, with Lance
Outram, as men of especial trust, to whom the covering the retreat was confided. They rode, as the Spanish.proverb expresses it, "with the beard on
the shoulder," looking around, that is, from time to time, and using every
precaution to have the speediest knowledge of any pursuit which might take
place.
But however wise in discipline, Peveril and his followers were somewhat
remiss in civil policy. The Knight had communicated to Whitaker, though
without any apparent necessity, the precise-nature of their present expedition; and Whitaker was equally communicative to his comrade Lance,
the keeper. "It is strange enough, Master Whitaker," said the latter,
when he had heard the case, "and I wish you, being a wise man, would
expound it;-why, when we have been wishing for the King-and praying
for the King-and fighting for the King-and dying for the King, for these
twenty years, the first thing we find to do on his return, is to get into harness to resist his warrant?"
"Pooh! you silly fellow," said Whitaker, "that is all you know of the
true bottom of our quarrel! Why, man, we fought for the King's person
against his warrant, all along from the very beginning; for I remember the
rogues' proclamations, and so forth, always ran in the name of the King
and Parliament."
" Ay! was it even so?" replied Lance. "Nay, then, if they begin the
old game so soon again, and send out warrants in the King's name against
his loyal subjects, well fare our stout Knight, say., who is ready to take
thetm down in their stocking-soles. And if Bridgenorth takes the chase
after us, I shall not be sorry to have a knock at him for one."
"Why, the man, bating he is a pestilent Roundhead and Puritan," said
Whitaker, "is no bad neighbour. What has he done to thee, man?"
" Ie has poached on the manor," answered the keeper.
"The devil he has!" replied Whitaker. " Thou must be jesting, Lance.
Bridgenorth is neither hunter nor hawker; he hath not so much of honesty
in him."
"Ay, but he runs after game you little think of, with his sQur, melancholy
face, that would scare babes and curdle milk," answered Lance.
"Thou canst not mean the wenches?' said Whitaker; "why, he hath