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“
Halloa
!
Stop
there
!
”
he
shouted
,
holding
his
bicycle
to
block
our
road
.
“
Where
did
you
get
that
dog
-
cart
?
Pull
up
,
man
!
”
he
yelled
,
drawing
a
pistol
from
his
side
pocket
.
“
Pull
up
,
I
say
,
or
,
by
George
,
I
’
ll
put
a
bullet
into
your
horse
.
”
Holmes
threw
the
reins
into
my
lap
and
sprang
down
from
the
cart
.
“
You
’
re
the
man
we
want
to
see
.
Where
is
Miss
Violet
Smith
?
”
he
said
,
in
his
quick
,
clear
way
.
“
That
’
s
what
I
’
m
asking
you
.
You
’
re
in
her
dog
-
cart
.
You
ought
to
know
where
she
is
.
”
“
We
met
the
dog
-
cart
on
the
road
.
There
was
no
one
in
it
.
We
drove
back
to
help
the
young
lady
.
”
“
Good
Lord
!
Good
Lord
!
What
shall
I
do
?
”
cried
the
stranger
,
in
an
ecstasy
of
despair
.
“
They
’
ve
got
her
,
that
hell
-
hound
Woodley
and
the
blackguard
parson
.
Come
,
man
,
come
,
if
you
really
are
her
friend
.
Stand
by
me
and
we
’
ll
save
her
,
if
I
have
to
leave
my
carcass
in
Charlington
Wood
.
”
He
ran
distractedly
,
his
pistol
in
his
hand
,
towards
a
gap
in
the
hedge
.
Holmes
followed
him
,
and
I
,
leaving
the
horse
grazing
beside
the
road
,
followed
Holmes
.
“
This
is
where
they
came
through
,
”
said
he
,
pointing
to
the
marks
of
several
feet
upon
the
muddy
path
.
“
Halloa
!
Stop
a
minute
!
Who
’
s
this
in
the
bush
?
”
It
was
a
young
fellow
about
seventeen
,
dressed
like
an
ostler
,
with
leather
cords
and
gaiters
.
He
lay
upon
his
back
,
his
knees
drawn
up
,
a
terrible
cut
upon
his
head
.
He
was
insensible
,
but
alive
.
A
glance
at
his
wound
told
me
that
it
had
not
penetrated
the
bone
.
