Chapter TwelveIt was extremely uncomfortable balancing herself somewhat precariously on the horse’s back, but Serena thought of nothing save escaping from Lord Wrotham and, when finally they were out of sight of the coach and the highwayman turned his horse away from the road to a grass path leading across some fields, she gave a deep sigh of relief.
As if he heard her, the highwayman pulled at the reins and his horse dropped from a trot into a steady walk.
“Has that knocked you, lady?” he asked over his shoulder.
“No, I am all right,” Serena replied, “and I am vastly obliged to you, sir, for coming to my rescue.”
“’Tis a bully jest,” he said, “for I had no thought till now of being of service to a lady such as yourself.”
“Of great service, sir,” Serena answered.
Even as she said the
