The man on the grey was in a hurry. The stab of his backward heels;
the shake and swirl of his bridle-hand; the flog of his arm in time
with the horse's stride, told their own tale. A huge fellow, his
face was red and round as a November sun. Hat and wig were gone;
and his once white neck-cloth was soaked with blood.
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