“Make a bold fight for it, and take them by surprise.”
“Wid a woman as wan of our min, sor! Sure an’ it would be a mad thrick. Wan of us would be sure to go down, you or me, even if we bate the divils. Look at ’em, the fire’s going down, and they’re coming back!”
Humphrey gave an angry stamp, for in her agony of dread Mistress Greenheys gave herself a wrest from his arm, and hurried back.
“What’s that?” whispered Dinny.
“Mistress Greenheys.”
“What? gone back, sor? Whisht! darlin’. Stop!”
If the woman heard his words they only added to her alarm, for she hurried on, apparently as well acquainted with the way back as Dinny, who immediately started in pursuit.
“What are you going to do?” whispered Humphrey.
“Do, sor! Go afther her.”
“No, no; we must escape now we’ve got so far.”