They all jumped together, to find themselves in a miry place where Mary was waiting.
“This way,” she said. “I can guide you direct to the boat. Quick, or the dogs will be upon us!”
“Well done, boy!” cried Dinny. “That’s good. I knew there was a boat.”
“And now,” cried Abel, turning upon him, “off with that pouch and belt.”
“Certainly, sor,” replied Dinny, slipping off and handing his cartridge-bag.
“Now, back to your friends, and tell them we’re gone.”
“My friends!” cried Dinny. “Sure, there isn’t a friend among them.”
“Stop back, then, whoever they are.”
“But the dogs, sor!”
“Curse the dogs. Back, I say!”