Chapter 28

           ‘Wolvestearyourthroats!’mutteredSikes,grindinghisteeth.‘IwishIwasamongsomeofyou;you’dhowlthehoarserforit.

           AsSikesgrowledforththisimprecation,withthemostdesperateferocitythathisdesperatenaturewascapableof,herestedthebodyofthewoundedboyacrosshisbendedknee;andturnedhishead,foraninstant,tolookbackathispursuers.

           Therewaslittletobemadeout,inthemistanddarkness;buttheloudshoutingofmenvibratedthroughtheair,andthebarkingoftheneighbouringdogs,rousedbythesoundofthealarmbell,resoundedineverydirection.

           ‘Stop,youwhite-liveredhound!’criedtherobber,shoutingafterTobyCrackit,who,makingthebestuseofhislonglegs,wasalreadyahead.‘Stop!’

           Therepetitionoftheword,broughtTobytoadeadstand-still.Forhewasnotquitesatisfiedthathewasbeyondtherangeofpistol-shot;andSikeswasinnomoodtobeplayedwith.

           ‘Bearahandwiththeboy,’criedSikes,beckoningfuriouslytohisconfederate.‘Comeback!’

           Tobymadeashowofreturning;butventured,inalowvoice,brokenforwantofbreath,tointimateconsiderablereluctanceashecameslowlyalong.

           ‘Quicker!’criedSikes,layingtheboyinadryditchathisfeet,anddrawingapistolfromhispocket.‘Don’tplaybootywithme.

           Atthismomentthenoisegrewlouder.Sikes,againlookinground,coulddiscernthatthemenwhohadgivenchasewerealreadyclimbingthegateofthefieldinwhichhestood;andthatacoupleofdogsweresomepacesinadvanceofthem.

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