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. It was night time, for he could now hear the pursuers. Mounting a high rock by the road side he sprang into a thicket of bushes and briers which he drew around him and lay still. In a moment after the Refugees passed by. Carpenter and Knapp continued their flight towards the hills of New Castle. The mare urged beyond her powers at one time fell, but after panting for a moment on the ground rose and justified her origin in resuming the race. It had cleared off and was a bright moon shining night, nearly as light as day. Carpenter and Knapp rode with great judgment pulling up as they crossed

the hills and sometimes in the early part of the race allowing the pursuers to approach near, but leaving them again at a distance when the ground became favourable for running. In this way the pursuit continued as far as White Plains, but when the Refugees reached that place they found that the fugitives were far ahead with horses apparently untired, while their own steeds ready to drop down with fatigue could do longer run. Here then they gave up the race and returned. Ferris at first thought of going to his mothers at Throgs Neck, but a moments consideration convinced him that this was too hazardous, and he then made his way back on foot to Wright Carpenter's residence at North Castle, in the Kitchen of [page break] whose house which stood opposite the blacksmith's shop near Sam Smiths Tavern, he found Goliah and the mare, like himself, safe but weary.