Warding off the blows as well as he could with the bar, Jack struck both the horses on the head, and the animals plunged so violently, that they not only prevented their riders from assailing him, but also kept off the hostlers; and, in the confusion that ensued, Jack managed to spring over the fence, and shaped his course across the field in the direction of Sir John Oldcastle's. And the sergeant, having carried out all Melusine’s instructions as if they had come out of his own head, went up to check on his patient, apparently at last convinced that his prisoner would not attempt to run away. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. Just what in the world was that about? Before he could hazard a guess, Lucy looked back at him. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently.
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