Mark Lemon, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume VIII…
“ At the corner of the street his gallant pony was in waiting, and as his pursuers reached the street, Robinson was mounted and away. It was about two o’clock in the morning when this daring robbery was committed, 120 miles away from Robinson’s house, and as the clock struck six in the evening Robinson rode into his homestead, where his father and Job Cox were anxiously expecting him. “I have done the trick,” he said, “but not so cleverly as I intended. The hell-keepers saw me and have followed, no doubt. The only thing, however, they could swear to, would be the pony.” ”
