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"
Get
him
out
of
the
road
,
"
said
he
;
and
,
clutching
the
man
's
collar
with
his
free
hand
,
my
brother
lugged
him
sideways
.
But
he
still
clutched
after
his
money
,
and
regarded
my
brother
fiercely
,
hammering
at
his
arm
with
a
handful
of
gold
.
"
Go
on
!
Go
on
!
"
shouted
angry
voices
behind
.
"
Way
!
Way
!
"
There
was
a
smash
as
the
pole
of
a
carriage
crashed
into
the
cart
that
the
man
on
horseback
stopped
.
My
brother
looked
up
,
and
the
man
with
the
gold
twisted
his
head
round
and
bit
the
wrist
that
held
his
collar
.
There
was
a
concussion
,
and
the
black
horse
came
staggering
sideways
,
and
the
carthorse
pushed
beside
it
.
A
hoof
missed
my
brother
's
foot
by
a
hair
's
breadth
.
He
released
his
grip
on
the
fallen
man
and
jumped
back
.
He
saw
anger
change
to
terror
on
the
face
of
the
poor
wretch
on
the
ground
,
and
in
a
moment
he
was
hidden
and
my
brother
was
borne
backward
and
carried
past
the
entrance
of
the
lane
,
and
had
to
fight
hard
in
the
torrent
to
recover
it
.
He
saw
Miss
Elphinstone
covering
her
eyes
,
and
a
little
child
,
with
all
a
child
's
want
of
sympathetic
imagination
,
staring
with
dilated
eyes
at
a
dusty
something
that
lay
black
and
still
,
ground
and
crushed
under
the
rolling
wheels
.
"
Let
us
go
back
!
"
he
shouted
,
and
began
turning
the
pony
round
.
"
We
can
not
cross
this
--
hell
,
"
he
said
and
they
went
back
a
hundred
yards
the
way
they
had
come
,
until
the
fighting
crowd
was
hidden
.
As
they
passed
the
bend
in
the
lane
my
brother
saw
the
face
of
the
dying
man
in
the
ditch
under
the
privet
,
deadly
white
and
drawn
,
and
shining
with
perspiration
.
The
two
women
sat
silent
,
crouching
in
their
seat
and
shivering
.
Then
beyond
the
bend
my
brother
stopped
again
.
Miss
Elphinstone
was
white
and
pale
,
and
her
sister-in-law
sat
weeping
,
too
wretched
even
to
call
upon
"
George
.
"
My
brother
was
horrified
and
perplexed
.
So
soon
as
they
had
retreated
he
realised
how
urgent
and
unavoidable
it
was
to
attempt
this
crossing
.
He
turned
to
Miss
Elphinstone
,
suddenly
resolute
.
"
We
must
go
that
way
,
"
he
said
,
and
led
the
pony
round
again
.
For
the
second
time
that
day
this
girl
proved
her
quality
.
To
force
their
way
into
the
torrent
of
people
,
my
brother
plunged
into
the
traffic
and
held
back
a
cab
horse
,
while
she
drove
the
pony
across
its
head
.
A
waggon
locked
wheels
for
a
moment
and
ripped
a
long
splinter
from
the
chaise
.
In
another
moment
they
were
caught
and
swept
forward
by
the
stream
.
My
brother
,
with
the
cabman
's
whip
marks
red
across
his
face
and
hands
,
scrambled
into
the
chaise
and
took
the
reins
from
her
.
"
Point
the
revolver
at
the
man
behind
,
"
he
said
,
giving
it
to
her
,
"
if
he
presses
us
too
hard
.
No
!
--
point
it
at
his
horse
.
"
Then
he
began
to
look
out
for
a
chance
of
edging
to
the
right
across
the
road
.
But
once
in
the
stream
he
seemed
to
lose
volition
,
to
become
a
part
of
that
dusty
rout
.
They
swept
through
Chipping
Barnet
with
the
torrent
;
they
were
nearly
a
mile
beyond
the
centre
of
the
town
before
they
had
fought
across
to
the
opposite
side
of
the
way
.
It
was
din
and
confusion
indescribable
;
but
in
and
beyond
the
town
the
road
forks
repeatedly
,
and
this
to
some
extent
relieved
the
stress
.
They
struck
eastward
through
Hadley
,
and
there
on
either
side
of
the
road
,
and
at
another
place
farther
on
they
came
upon
a
great
multitude
of
people
drinking
at
the
stream
,
some
fighting
to
come
at
the
water
.
And
farther
on
,
from
a
lull
near
East
Barnet
,
they
saw
two
trains
running
slowly
one
after
the
other
without
signal
or
order
--
trains
swarming
with
people
,
with
men
even
among
the
coals
behind
the
engines
--
going
northward
along
the
Great
Northern
Railway
.
My
brother
supposes
they
must
have
filled
outside
London
,
for
at
that
time
the
furious
terror
of
the
people
had
rendered
the
central
termini
impossible
.
