Chapter 14 AT BAY

"After him!--stop him!--catch the rogue!" cried Carew, running out on the cobbles with his ale-can in his hand. "A shilling to the man that brings him back unharmed! No blows, nor clubs, nor stabbing, hark 'e, but catch me the knave straightway; he hath snatched a fortune from my hands!"

At that the hostler, whip in hand, and the tapster with hi