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She turned without a word—they were both panting—and they went back to where the lady in white struggled to hold back the frightened pony. The robbers had evidently had enough of it. When my brother looked again they were retreating. “I’ll sit here,” said my brother, “if I may”; and he got upon the empty front seat. The lady looked over her shoulder. “Give me the reins,” she said, and laid the whip along the pony’s side. In another moment a bend in the road hid the three men from my brother’s eyes. So, quite unexpe…