“He doesn’t look round,” said another; “he hasn’t looked behind once.”
“Did you happen to fancy he’d come back to thank us?” said a third.
“Sure enough, he’s free; he feels it. It’s freedom!”
“Yes, freedom.”
“You won’t see him any more, pals.”
“What are you about sticking there? March, march!” cried the escort, and all went slowly to their work.