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Springing
down
into
Boldwood
’
s
pastures
,
each
pocketed
his
halter
to
hide
it
from
the
horses
,
who
,
seeing
the
men
empty
-
handed
,
docilely
allowed
themselves
to
be
seized
by
the
mane
,
when
the
halters
were
dexterously
slipped
on
.
Having
neither
bit
nor
bridle
,
Oak
and
Coggan
extemporized
the
former
by
passing
the
rope
in
each
case
through
the
animal
’
s
mouth
and
looping
it
on
the
other
side
.
Oak
vaulted
astride
,
and
Coggan
clambered
up
by
aid
of
the
bank
,
when
they
ascended
to
the
gate
and
galloped
off
in
the
direction
taken
by
Bathsheba
’
s
horse
and
the
robber
.
Whose
vehicle
the
horse
had
been
harnessed
to
was
a
matter
of
some
uncertainty
.
Weatherbury
Bottom
was
reached
in
three
or
four
minutes
.
They
scanned
the
shady
green
patch
by
the
roadside
.
The
gipsies
were
gone
.
"
The
villains
!
"
said
Gabriel
.
"
Which
way
have
they
gone
,
I
wonder
?
"
"
Straight
on
,
as
sure
as
God
made
little
apples
,
"
said
Jan
.
"
Very
well
;
we
are
better
mounted
,
and
must
overtake
em
"
,
said
Oak
.
"
Now
on
at
full
speed
!
"
No
sound
of
the
rider
in
their
van
could
now
be
discovered
.
The
road
-
metal
grew
softer
and
more
clayey
as
Weatherbury
was
left
behind
,
and
the
late
rain
had
wetted
its
surface
to
a
somewhat
plastic
,
but
not
muddy
state
.
They
came
to
cross
-
roads
.
Coggan
suddenly
pulled
up
Moll
and
slipped
off
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
said
Gabriel
.
"
We
must
try
to
track
’
em
,
since
we
can
’
t
hear
’
em
,
"
said
Jan
,
fumbling
in
his
pockets
.
He
struck
a
light
,
and
held
the
match
to
the
ground
.
The
rain
had
been
heavier
here
,
and
all
foot
and
horse
tracks
made
previous
to
the
storm
had
been
abraded
and
blurred
by
the
drops
,
and
they
were
now
so
many
little
scoops
of
water
,
which
reflected
the
flame
of
the
match
like
eyes
.
One
set
of
tracks
was
fresh
and
had
no
water
in
them
;
one
pair
of
ruts
was
also
empty
,
and
not
small
canals
,
like
the
others
.
The
footprints
forming
this
recent
impression
were
full
of
information
as
to
pace
;
they
were
in
equidistant
pairs
,
three
or
four
feet
apart
,
the
right
and
left
foot
of
each
pair
being
exactly
opposite
one
another
.
"
Straight
on
!
"
Jan
exclaimed
.
"
Tracks
like
that
mean
a
stiff
gallop
.
No
wonder
we
don
’
t
hear
him
.
And
the
horse
is
harnessed
—
look
at
the
ruts
.
Ay
,
that
’
s
our
mare
sure
enough
!
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
