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T I was, on Joe’s back, and t was Joe beneath me, charging at the ditches like a hunter, and stimulating Mr. Wopsle not to tumble on his Roman nose, and to keep up with us. The soldiers were in front of us, extending into a pretty wide line with an interval between man and man. We were taking the course I had begun with, and from which I had diverged in the mist. Either the mist was not out again yet, or the wind had dispelled it. Under the low red glare of sunset, the beacon, and the gibbet, and the mound of the Battery, and the opposite shore of the river, were plain, though of a watery lead colour. With my heart thumping like a blacksmith at Joe’s broad shoulder, I looked about for any sign of the convicts. I could see none, I could hear none. Mr. Wopsle had ly alarmed me more than once, by his blowing and hard breathing; but I k the sounds by this time, and could dissociate them from the object of pursuit. I got a dreadful start, when I thought I heard the file still going; but it was a sheep-bell. The sheep ped in their eating and looked timidly at us; and the cattle, their heads turned from the wind and sleet, stared angrily as if they held us responsible for both annoyances; but, except these things, and the shudder of the dying day in every blade of grass, t was no break in the bleak stillness of the marshes. The soldiers were moving on in the direction of the old Battery, and we were moving on a little way behind them, when, of a sudden, we ped. For t had reached us on the wings of the wind and rain, a long shout. It was repeated. It was at a distance towards the east, but it was long and loud. Nay, t seemed to be two or more shouts raised toher,—if one might judge from a confusion in the sound. To this effect the sergeant and the nearest men were speaking under their breath, when Joe and I came up. After another moment’s listening, Joe (who was a good judge) agreed, and Mr. Wopsle (who was a bad judge) agreed. The sergeant, a decisive man, ed that the sound should not be answered, but that the course should be changed, and that his men should make towards it at the double. So we slanted to the right (w the East was), and Joe pounded away so derfully, that I had to hold on tight to keep my seat. It was a run indeed , and what Joe ced, in the two words he spoke the time, a Winder. Down s and up s, and over gates, and splashing into dikes, and breaking among coarse rushes: no man cared w he went. As we came nearer to the shouting, it became more and more apparent that it was made by more than one voice. Sometimes, it seemed to altoher, and then the soldiers ped. When it broke out again, the soldiers made for it at a er than ever, and we after them. After a while, we had so run it down, that we could hear one voice cing Murder! and another voice, Convicts! Runaways! Guard! This way for the runaway convicts! Then both voices would seem to be stifled in a struggle, and then would break out again. And when it had come to this, the soldiers ran like deer, and Joe too. The sergeant ran in first, when we had run the noise quite down, and two of his men ran in close upon him. Their pieces were cocked and levelled when we ran in. are both men! panted the sergeant, struggling at the bottom of a ditch. Surrender, you two! and confound you for two wild beasts! Come asunder! Water was splashing, and mud was flying, and oaths were being sworn, and blows were being struck, when some more men went down into the ditch to help the sergeant, and dragged out, sepaly, my convict and the other one. Both were bleeding and panting and execrating and struggling; but of course I k them both directly. Mind! said my convict, wiping blood from his face with his ragged sleeves, and shaking torn hair from his fingers: I took him! I give him up to you! Mind that! It’s not much to be particular about, said the sergeant; it’ll do you sm good, my man, being in the same plight yourself. Handcuffs t! I don’t expect it to do me any good. I don’t want it to do me more good than it does , said my convict, with a greedy laugh. I took him. He ks it. That’s enough for me. The other convict was livid to look at, and, in addition to the old bruised left side of his face, seemed to be bruised and torn over. He could not so much as his breath to speak, until they were both sepaly handcuffed, but leaned upon a soldier to keep himself from fing. Take notice, guard,—he tried to murder me, were his first words. Tried to murder him? said my convict, disdainfully. Try, and not do it? I took him, and giv’ him up; that’s what I done. I not prevented him ting the marshes, but I dragged him ,—dragged him this far on his way back. He’s a gentleman, if you , this villain. , the Hulks has got its gentleman again, through me. Murder him? Worth my while, too, to murder him, when I could do worse and drag him back! The other one still gasped, He tried—he tried-to—murder me. Bear—bear witness. Lookee ! said my convict to the sergeant. Single-handed I got clear of the prison-ship; I made a dash and I done it. I could ha’ got clear of these death-cold flats likewise—look at my leg: you ’t find much iron on it—if I hadn’t made the discovery that he was . Let him go ? Let him by the means as I found out? Let him make a tool of me afresh and again? Once more? No, no, no. If I had died at the bottom t, and he made an emphatic swing at the ditch with his manacled hands, I’d have held to him with that grip, that you should have been safe to find him in my hold. The other fugitive, who was evidently in extreme horror of his companion, repeated, He tried to murder me. I should have been a dead man if you had not come up. He lies! said my convict, with fierce energy. He’s a liar born, and he’ll die a liar. Look at his face; ain’t it written t? Let him turn those eyes of his on me. I defy him to do it. The other, with an effort at a scornful smile, which could not, however, the nervous working of his mouth into any set expression, looked at the soldiers, and looked about at the marshes and at the sky, but certainly did not look at the speaker. Do you see him? pursued my convict. Do you see what a villain he is? Do you see those grovelling and wandering eyes? That’s how he looked when we were tried toher. He looked at me. The other, always working and working his dry lips and turning his eyes restlessly about him far and near, did at last turn them for a moment on the speaker, with the words, You are not much to look at, and with a half-taunting glance at the bound hands. At that point, my convict became so franticy exasped, that he would have rushed upon him but for the interposition of the soldiers. Didn’t I tell you, said the other convict then, that he would murder me, if he could? And any one could see that he shook with fear, and that t broke out upon his lips curious white flakes, like thin s. Enough of this parley, said the sergeant. Light those torches. As one of the soldiers, who carried a basket in lieu of a gun, went down on his knee to it, my convict looked round him for the first time, and saw me. I had alighted from Joe’s back on the brink of the ditch when we came up, and had not moved since. I looked at him eagerly when he looked at me, and slightly moved my hands and shook my head. I had been waiting for him to see me that I might try to assure him of my innocence. It was not at expressed to me that he even comprehended my intention, for he gave me a look that I did not understand, and it passed in a moment. But if he had looked at me for an hour or for a day, I could not have remembered his face ever afterwards, as having been more attentive. The soldier with the basket got a light, and lighted three or four torches, and took one himself and distributed the others. It had been almost dark before, but it seemed quite dark, and afterwards very dark. Before we departed from that spot, four soldiers standing in a ring, fired twice into the air. we saw other torches kindled at some distance behind us, and others on the marshes on the opposite of the river. right, said the sergeant. March. We had not gone far when three cannon were fired ahead of us with a sound that seemed to burst something inside my ear. You are expected on board, said the sergeant to my convict; they k you are coming. Don’t straggle, my man. Close up . The two were kept apart, and each walked surrounded by a sepa guard. I had hold of Joe’s hand , and Joe carried one of the torches. Mr. Wopsle had been for going back, but Joe was resolved to see it out, so we went on with the party. T was a reasonably good path , mostly on the edge of the river, with a divergence and t w a dike came, with a miniature windmill on it and a muddy sluice-gate. When I looked round, I could see the other lights coming in after us. The torches we carried dropped blotches of fire upon the track, and I could see those, too, lying smoking and flaring. I could see nothing else but black darkness. Our lights warmed the air about us with their pitchy blaze, and the two prisoners seemed rather to like that, as they limped along in the midst of the muskets. We could not go , because of their lameness; and they were so spent, that two or three times we had to halt while they rested. After an hour or so of this travelling, we came to a rough wooden hut and a landing-place. T was a guard in the hut, and they chenged, and the sergeant answered. Then, we went into the hut, w t was a smell of tobacco and whitewash, and a bright fire, and a lamp, and a stand of muskets, and a drum, and a low wooden bedstead, like an overgrown mangle without the machinery, capable of holding about a dozen soldiers at once. Three or four soldiers who lay upon it in their -coats were not much interested in us, but just lifted their heads and took a sleepy stare, and then lay down again. The sergeant made some kind of report, and some entry in a book, and then the convict whom I c the other convict was drafted with his guard, to go on board first. [Small logotype (EMA)]( ExpertModernAdvice.com is sending this newsletter on behalf Inception Media Group. ІMG appreciates your comments and inquiries. Please keep in mind, that Inception Media Group are not permitted to provide іndivіdualіzed financial advіse. This email is not fіnаncіаl аdvіcе and any іnvеstmеnt decision you make is solely your responsibility. 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I felt that I could bear no more, and that I must run away. I released the leg of the table, and ran for my . But I ran no farther than the house door, for t I ran head-foremost into a party of soldiers with their muskets, one of whom held out a pair of handcuffs to me, saying, you are, look sharp, come on! The apparition of a file of soldiers ringing down the but-ends of their loaded muskets on our door-step, caused the dinner-party to rise from table in confusion, and caused Mrs. Joe re-entering the kitchen empty-handed, to short and stare, in her dering lament of Gracious goodness gracious me, what’s gone—with the—pie! The sergeant and I were in the kitchen when Mrs. Joe stood staring; at which crisis I partiy recovered the use of my senses. It was the sergeant who had spoken to me, and he was looking round at the company, with his handcuffs invitingly extended towards them in his right hand, and his left on my shoulder. Excuse me, ladies and gentleman, said the sergeant, but as I have mentioned at the door to this smart young shaver, (which he hadn’t), I am on a chase in the of the king, and I want the blacksmith. And pray what might you want with him? retorted my sister, quick to resent his being wanted at . Missis, returned the gant sergeant, speaking for myself, I should reply, the honour and pleasure of his fine ’s acquaintance; speaking for the king, I answer, a little job done. This was received as rather neat in the sergeant; insomuch that Mr. Pumblechook cried audibly, Good again! You see, blacksmith, said the sergeant, who had by this time picked out Joe with his eye, we have had an accident with these, and I find the lock of one of ’em goes wrong, and the coupling don’t pretty. As they are wanted for immediate service, will you throw your eye over them? Joe threw his eye over them, and pronounced that the job would necessitate the lighting of his forge fire, and would take nearer two hours than one. Will it? Then will you set about it at once, blacksmith? said the -hand sergeant, as it’s on his Majesty’s service. And if my men can bear a hand anyw, they’ll make themselves useful. With that, he ced to his men, who came trooping into the kitchen one after another, and piled their arms in a corner. And then they stood about, as soldiers do; , with their hands loosely clasped before them; , resting a knee or a shoulder; , easing a belt or a pouch; , ing the door to spit stiffly over their high stocks, out into the yard. these things I saw without then king that I saw them, for I was in an agony of apprehension. But beginning to perceive that the handcuffs were not for me, and that the military had so far got the better of the pie as to put it in the background, I ed a little more of my scattered wits. Would you give me the time? said the sergeant, addressing himself to Mr. Pumblechook, as to a man whose appreciative powers justified the inference that he was equal to the time. It’s just gone half past two. That’s not so bad, said the sergeant, reflecting; even if I was forced to halt nigh two hours, that’ll do. How far might you c yourselves from the marshes, abouts? Not above a mile, I reckon? Just a mile, said Mrs. Joe. That’ll do. We begin to close in upon ’em about dusk. A little before dusk, my s are. That’ll do. Convicts, sergeant? asked Mr. Wopsle, in a matter-of-course way. Ay! returned the sergeant, two. They’re pretty well kn to be out on the marshes still, and they ’t try to clear of ’em before dusk. Anybody seen anything of any such game? Everybody, myself excepted, said no, with confidence. Nobody thought of me. Well! said the sergeant, they’ll find themselves trapped in a circle, I expect, er than they count on. , blacksmith! If you’re ready, his Majesty the King is. Joe had got his coat and waistcoat and cravat , and his leather apron on, and passed into the forge. One of the soldiers ed its wooden windows, another lighted the fire, another turned to at the bellows, the rest stood round the blaze, which was roaring. Then Joe began to hammer and clink, hammer and clink, and we looked on. The interest of the impending pursuit not absorbed the general attention, but even made my sister liberal. She drew a pitcher of beer from the cask for the soldiers, and invited the sergeant to take a glass of brandy. But Mr. Pumblechook said, sharply, Give him wine, Mum. I’ll engage t’s no tar in that: so, the sergeant thanked him and said that as he preferred his drink without tar, he would take wine, if it was equy convenient. When it was given him, he drank his Majesty’s health and compliments of the season, and took it at a mouthful and smacked his lips. Good stuff, eh, sergeant? said Mr. Pumblechook. I’ll tell you something, returned the sergeant; I suspect that stuff’s of your providing. Mr. Pumblechook, with a fat sort of laugh, said, Ay, ay? Why? Because, returned the sergeant, clapping him on the shoulder, you’re a man that ks what’s what. D’ye think so? said Mr. Pumblechook, with his er laugh. Have another glass! With you. Hob and nob, returned the sergeant. The top of mine to the foot of yours,—the foot of yours to the top of mine,—Ring once, ring twice,— tune on the Musical Glasses! Your health. May you live a thousand years, and be a worse judge of the right sort than you are at the present moment of your ! The sergeant tossed his glass again and seemed quite ready for another glass. I noticed that Mr. Pumblechook in his hospitality appeared to for that he had made a present of the wine, but took the bottle from Mrs. Joe and had the of handing it about in a gush of joviality. Even I got some. And he was so very of the wine that he even ced for the other bottle, and handed that about with the same liberality, when the first was gone. As I watched them while they stood clustering about the forge, enjoying themselves so much, I thought what terrible good sauce for a dinner my fugitive on the marshes was. They had not enjoyed themselves a quarter so much, before the entertainment was brightened with the excitement he furnished. And , when they were in lively anticipation of the two villains being taken, and when the bellows seemed to roar for the fugitives, the fire to flare for them, the smoke to hurry away in pursuit of them, Joe to hammer and clink for them, and the murky shadows on the w to shake at them in menace as the blaze rose and sank, and the red-hot sparks dropped and died, the pale afternoon outside almost seemed in my pitying young fancy to have turned pale on their account, poor wretches. At last, Joe’s job was done, and the ringing and roaring ped. As Joe got on his coat, he mustered courage to propose that some of us should go down with the soldiers and see what came of the hunt. Mr. Pumblechook and Mr. Hubble declined, on the plea of a pipe and ladies’ society; but Mr. Wopsle said he would go, if Joe would. Joe said he was agreeable, and would take me, if Mrs. Joe approved. We should have got to go, I am sure, but for Mrs. Joe’s curiosity to k about it and how it ended. As it was, she merely stipulated, If you bring the boy back with his head blown to bits by a musket, don’t look to me to put it toher again. The sergeant took a polite of the ladies, and parted from Mr. Pumblechook as from a comrade; though I doubt if he were quite as fully sensible of that gentleman’s merits under arid conditions, as when something moist was going. His men resumed their muskets and fell in. Mr. Wopsle, Joe, and I, received strict charge to keep in the rear, and to speak no word after we reached the marshes. When we were out in the raw air and were steadily moving towards our business, I treasonably whispered to Joe, I hope, Joe, we shan’t find them. and Joe whispered to me, I’d give a shilling if they had cut and run, Pip. We were joined by no stragglers from the village, for the weather was cold and threatening, the way dreary, the footing bad, darkness coming on, and the people had good fires in-doors and were keeping the day. A few faces hurried to glowing windows and looked after us, but none came out. We passed the finger-post, and held straight on to the churchyard. T we were ped a few minutes by a signal from the sergeant’s hand, while two or three of his men dispersed themselves among the graves, and also examined the porch. They came in again without finding anything, and then we struck out on the marshes, through the gate at the side of the churchyard. A bitter sleet came rattling against us on the east wind, and Joe took me on his back.