With a gesture of his hands that proved he failed to understand,
Rupert ran on and crossed a field to where he saw some horses
grazing.
One he knew immediately for one of his father's mares, and he knew
her also for an animal of speed and endurance.
The mare knew him, too, and suffered him to mount her without
difficulty, and without a soul on the farm being aware of what was
happening and without having to waste any precious time on
explanations or declaring his identity, Rupert rode away, sitting
the mare bare-backed, through the New Plantation towards Bittermeads,
where he hoped, arriving unexpectedly, to be able to save Ella
before the danger he was sure threatened her came to a head.
Of one thing he was certain. Deede Dawson would never do what his
companion in villainy had just done, he would spare no one; fierce,
malignant and evil to the last, his one thought if he knew they had
and vengeance approached would be to do what harm he could before
the end.
CHAPTER XXVIII
BACK AT BITTERMEADS
When, riding fast, Rupert Dunsmore came in sight of Bittermeads he
experienced a feeling of extreme relief. Though what he had feared
he did not quite know, for he did not see that any alarm could have
reached here yet or any hint come to Deede Dawson of the failure of
all his plotting.
Even if Walter had had the idea of returning to give his accomplice
warning, he could not have come by the road on his bicycle as quickly
as Rupert had ridden across country.
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