Two Refugees who belonged to the party they had just passed but who had lagged behind [page break] 253 751 were now approaching in the middle of the road. When our three adventurers had come within hearing distance they cried out as loudly as possible: "Clear the road! -- a race -- a race!" The dragoons they approached wheeled right and left and allowed them to pass, but having recognized the horses pulled up and momentarily after a few minutes hesitation, turned about and pursued. The sun had now set and evening was approaching, but the race was scarcely begun, although the fugitives had already ridden the captured steeds at their utmost speed for several miles. As they moderated their speed in passing over the hills on their way. They distinctly heard the shouts of their pursuers and Ferris fearful that Goliah's powers might not be sufficient to secure the safety of his two riders [page break] 254 752 declared to his companions that he would now leave them, and immediately thereupon jumped off. At this moment, a Quaker, apparently well mounted passed by, and Ferris recognizing in him an old acquaintance told him in a few hurried words that he was flying for his life and asked for the loan of his horse. The friend at first refused, but a moment afterwards yielded to the dictates of humanity. Ferris now mounted upon a fresh steed, pushed forward to overtake his comrades but in vain. He soon found that the his friend's horse could not run with sufficient speed to save the rider, and on passing a small hollow in the road, when he was secure from observation, he dismounted, threw the reins upon his horses neck, [page break] 257 753 and urging him onward with the whip as fast as he could be made to go, however, turned about to provide for his own safety.