“Come on!” he whispered. “This way. He’s got half the leg of my trousers.”
Catching my hand again we trotted on.
“Jumped at me, and held me so as I shouldn’t get over,” he whispered. “Here, this way. We’re right, I know.”
The dog’s barking was furious now, and I whispered to Esau—
“They’re opening the gate.”
“Hist! Don’t take no notice.”
For there was a shout from behind.
“Halt, there, or we fire!”
“Go on then,” muttered Esau. “Sha’n’t halt now. You couldn’t hit us if you tried.”
“Do you hear? Halt!”