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As
I
watched
them
while
they
all
stood
clustering
about
the
forge
,
enjoying
themselves
so
much
,
I
thought
what
terrible
good
sauce
for
a
dinner
my
fugitive
friend
on
the
marshes
was
.
They
had
not
enjoyed
themselves
a
quarter
so
much
,
before
the
entertainment
was
brightened
with
the
excitement
he
furnished
.
And
now
,
when
they
were
all
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
all
the
murky
shadows
on
the
wall
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
stopped
.
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
never
should
have
got
leave
to
go
,
I
am
sure
,
but
for
Mrs
.
Joe
’
s
curiosity
to
know
all
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
together
again
.
"
The
sergeant
took
a
polite
leave
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
all
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
.
There
we
were
stopped
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
open
marshes
,
through
the
gate
at
the
side
of
the
churchyard
.
A
bitter
sleet
came
rattling
against
us
here
on
the
east
wind
,
and
Joe
took
me
on
his
back
.
Now
that
we
were
out
upon
the
dismal
wilderness
where
they
little
thought
I
had
been
within
eight
or
nine
hours
and
had
seen
both
men
hiding
,
I
considered
for
the
first
time
,
with
great
dread
,
if
we
should
come
upon
them
,
would
my
particular
convict
suppose
that
it
was
I
who
had
brought
the
soldiers
there
?
He
had
asked
me
if
I
was
a
deceiving
imp
,
and
he
had
said
I
should
be
a
fierce
young
hound
if
I
joined
the
hunt
against
him
.
Would
he
believe
that
I
was
both
imp
and
hound
in
treacherous
earnest
,
and
had
betrayed
him
?
It
was
of
no
use
asking
myself
this
question
now
.
There
I
was
,
on
Joe
’
s
back
,
and
there
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
all
of
a
watery
lead
color
.
With
my
heart
thumping
like
a
blacksmith
at
Joe
’
s
broad
shoulder
,
I
looked
all
about
for
any
sign
of
the
convicts
.
I
could
see
none
,
I
could
hear
none
.
Mr
.
Wopsle
had
greatly
alarmed
me
more
than
once
,
by
his
blowing
and
hard
breathing
;
but
I
knew
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
only
a
sheep
-
bell
.
The
sheep
stopped
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
,
there
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
,
all
of
a
sudden
,
we
all
stopped
.
For
there
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
,
there
seemed
to
be
two
or
more
shouts
raised
together
—
if
one
might
judge
from
a
confusion
in
the
sound
.
