James Fenimore Cooper,
The Spy: Condensed for use in schools
“ Wharton’s horse was of the best Virginian blood, and carried him with the swiftness of the wind along the valley; and the heart of the youth was already beating tumultuously with pleasure of his deliverance, when a well-known voice reached his startled ear, crying loudly:“Bravely done, captain! Don’t spare the whip, and turn to your left before you cross the brook.”Wharton turned his head in surprise, and saw, sitting on the point of a jutting rock that commanded a bird’s-eye view of the valley, his former guide, Harvey Birch. ”
