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box-seat — " That's Dick Turpin ! " he exclaimed. The 

 name of Turpin acted like magic on the passengers, 

 according to advertisement. One jumped off behind ; 

 another having projected a cotton nightcap from the 

 window drew it suddenly back. A faint scream in a 

 female key issued from within ; there was a considerable 

 hubbub on the roof ; and the guard was heard to click his 

 horse-pistols. All which preliminaries having been ad- 



Doivn the Hill on a Frosty Morning. 



justed, two horse-pistols having been discharged point- 

 blank without any outward and visible effect, and some 

 violent dialogue having been carried on between Dick and 

 a Major Mowbray, who was perched on the box-seat of the 

 coach, relating to an obscure and wicked baronet resident 

 somewhere in Sussex, the York mail went aimlessly on 

 its way to London, and Turpin rode through Stilton 

 (which is a place I shall have a great deal to say about in 



