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'
What
's
that
?
'
whispered
the
other
man
.
They
listened
intently
.
'
Nothing
,
'
said
Sikes
,
releasing
his
hold
of
Oliver
.
'
Now
!
'
In
the
short
time
he
had
had
to
collect
his
senses
,
the
boy
had
firmly
resolved
that
,
whether
he
died
in
the
attempt
or
not
,
he
would
make
one
effort
to
dart
upstairs
from
the
hall
,
and
alarm
the
family
.
Filled
with
this
idea
,
he
advanced
at
once
,
but
stealthiy
.
'
Come
back
!
'
suddenly
cried
Sikes
aloud
.
'
Back
!
back
!
'
Scared
by
the
sudden
breaking
of
the
dead
stillness
of
the
place
,
and
by
a
loud
cry
which
followed
it
,
Oliver
let
his
lantern
fall
,
and
knew
not
whether
to
advance
or
fly
.
The
cry
was
repeated
--
a
light
appeared
--
a
vision
of
two
terrified
half-dressed
men
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
swam
before
his
eyes
--
a
flash
--
a
loud
noise
--
a
smoke
--
a
crash
somewhere
,
but
where
he
knew
not
--
and
he
staggered
back
.
Sikes
had
disappeared
for
an
instant
;
but
he
was
up
again
,
and
had
him
by
the
collar
before
the
smoke
had
cleared
away
.
He
fired
his
own
pistol
after
the
men
,
who
were
already
retreating
;
and
dragged
the
boy
up
.
'
Clasp
your
arm
tighter
,
'
said
Sikes
,
as
he
drew
him
through
the
window
.
'
Give
me
a
shawl
here
They
've
hit
him
.
Quick
!
How
the
boy
bleeds
!
'
