"That's our Dainty-i'll swear to her step." said Jan.

"Mighty me! Won't mis'ess storm and call us stupids wen she comes back!" moaned Maryann. "How I wish it had happened when she was at home, and none of us had been answerable!"

"We must ride after." said Gabriel, decisively.

be responsible to Miss Everdene for what we do. Yes, we'll follow. "

"Faith, I don't see how." said Coggan. "All our horses are too heavy for that trick except little Poppet, and what's she between two of us?-if we only had that pair over the hedge we might do something."

"Which pair?"

"Mr Boldwood's Tidy and Moll."

"Then wait here till I come hither again." said Gabriel.

He ran down the hill towards Farmer Boldwood's.

"Farmer Boldwood is not at home." said Maryann.

"All the better." said Coggan. "I know what he's gone for."

Less than five minutes brought up Oak again, running at the same pace, with two halters dangling from his hand.

"Where did you find 'em?" said Coggan, turning round and leaping upon the hedge without waiting for an answer.

"Under the eaves. I knew where they were kept," said Gabriel, following him. "Coggan, you can ride bare-backed? there's no time to look for saddles."

"Like a hero!" said Jan.

"Maryann, you go to hed." Gabriel shouted to her from the top of the hedge.

Springing down into Boldwood's pastures, each pocketed his halter to hide it from the horses, who, seeing the men empty-handed, docilely allowed themselves to he seized by the mane, when the halters were dexterously slipped on. Having neither bit nor bridle, Oak and Coggan extemporized the former by passing the rope in each case through the animal's mouth and looping it on the other side. Oak vaulted astride, and Coggan clambered up by aid of the hank, when they ascended to the gate and galloped off in the direction taken by Bathsheha's horse and the robber.

Whose vehicle the horse had been harnessed to was a matter of some uncertainty.

Weatherbury Bottom was reached in three or four minutes. They scanned the shady green patch by the roadside. The gipsies were gone.

"The villains!" said Gabriel. "Which way have they gone, I wonder?"

"Straight on, as sure as God made little apples," said Jan.

"Very well; we are better mounted, and must overdiscovered. The road-metal grew softer and more rain had wetted its surface to a somewhat plastic, but not muddy state. They came to cross-roads. Coggan suddenly pulled up Moll and slipped off.




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