‘way off.’ The Counteſs found this a very ſeaſonable invitation; ſhe accepted it with joy: Curly-pate was ordered to drive on, and obeyed with fearful officiouſneſs. In order to give the ladies time to recover from their fright, the cavalier joined the poſtilion, directing him to turn firſt to the right and then to the left. Meanwhile he remarked, very juſtly, that the horſeman every now and then would call to him ſome of the bats that were humming about, and give them ſecret orders, a remark that added not a little to his apprehenſions.
In about an hour a light appeared at a diſtance, then two, and laſtly four; then came up four hunters with lighted torches, who, as they ſaid, had been anxiouſly ſeeking their maſter, and ſeemed glad to have met with him. The Counteſs by this time had recovered her equilibrium, and finding herſelf out of danger, ſhe thought of honeſt John, and began to feel concerned for his fate. She communicated
