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As
Sikes
growled
forth
this
imprecation
,
with
the
most
desperate
ferocity
that
his
desperate
nature
was
capable
of
,
he
rested
the
body
of
the
wounded
boy
across
his
bended
knee
;
and
turned
his
head
,
for
an
instant
,
to
look
back
at
his
pursuers
.
There
was
little
to
be
made
out
,
in
the
mist
and
darkness
;
but
the
loud
shouting
of
men
vibrated
through
the
air
,
and
the
barking
of
the
neighbouring
dogs
,
roused
by
the
sound
of
the
alarm
bell
,
resounded
in
every
direction
.
'
Stop
,
you
white-livered
hound
!
'
cried
the
robber
,
shouting
after
Toby
Crackit
,
who
,
making
the
best
use
of
his
long
legs
,
was
already
ahead
.
'
Stop
!
'
The
repetition
of
the
word
,
brought
Toby
to
a
dead
stand-still
.
For
he
was
not
quite
satisfied
that
he
was
beyond
the
range
of
pistol-shot
;
and
Sikes
was
in
no
mood
to
be
played
with
.
'
Bear
a
hand
with
the
boy
,
'
cried
Sikes
,
beckoning
furiously
to
his
confederate
.
'
Come
back
!
'
Toby
made
a
show
of
returning
;
but
ventured
,
in
a
low
voice
,
broken
for
want
of
breath
,
to
intimate
considerable
reluctance
as
he
came
slowly
along
.
'
Quicker
!
'
cried
Sikes
,
laying
the
boy
in
a
dry
ditch
at
his
feet
,
and
drawing
a
pistol
from
his
pocket
.
'
Do
n't
play
booty
with
me
.
'
At
this
moment
the
noise
grew
louder
.
Sikes
,
again
looking
round
,
could
discern
that
the
men
who
had
given
chase
were
already
climbing
the
gate
of
the
field
in
which
he
stood
;
and
that
a
couple
of
dogs
were
some
paces
in
advance
of
them
.
'
It
's
all
up
,
Bill
!
'
cried
Toby
;
'
drop
the
kid
,
and
show
'em
your
heels
.
'
With
this
parting
advice
,
Mr.
Crackit
,
preferring
the
chance
of
being
shot
by
his
friend
,
to
the
certainty
of
being
taken
by
his
enemies
,
fairly
turned
tail
,
and
darted
off
at
full
speed
.
Sikes
clenched
his
teeth
;
took
one
look
around
;
threw
over
the
prostrate
form
of
Oliver
,
the
cape
in
which
he
had
been
hurriedly
muffled
;
ran
along
the
front
of
the
hedge
,
as
if
to
distract
the
attention
of
those
behind
,
from
the
spot
where
the
boy
lay
;
paused
,
for
a
second
,
before
another
hedge
which
met
it
at
right
angles
;
and
whirling
his
pistol
high
into
the
air
,
cleared
it
at
a
bound
,
and
was
gone
.
'
Ho
,
ho
,
there
!
'
cried
a
tremulous
voice
in
the
rear
.
'
Pincher
!
Neptune
!
Come
here
,
come
here
!
'
