John Pendleton Kennedy,
Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency
“ Whilst the sergeant was engrossed with these reflections, "he was ware," as the old ballads have it, of a man trudging past him along the road. This was no other than Wat Adair, who was striding forward with a long and rapid step, and with all the appearance of one intent upon some pressing business."Halloo! who goes there? where away so fast, Wat?" was Robinson's challenge."Horse Shoe!" exclaimed Adair, in a key that bespoke surprise, and even alarm,—"Ha, ha, ha!—By the old woman's pipe, you frightened me! ”
