Then we heard a voice too well known to us.

It said, 'The explanation of a pupil in your charge, Mr.Catman, being sent barefaced into the town--a scholar of mine-for sage and onions...' 'Old Rippenger!' breathed Temple.
We sat paralyzed.

Now we understood the folly of despatching a donkey like Barnshed for sage and onions.
'Oh, what asses we have been!' Temple continued.

'Come along-we run for it! Come along, Richie! They 're picking up the fellows like windfalls.' I told him I would not run for it; in fact, I distrusted my legs; and he was staggering, answering Saddlebank's reproaches for having come among tramps.
'Temple, I see you, sir!' called Mr.Rippenger.Poor Temple had advanced into the firelight.
With the instinct to defeat the master, I crawled in the line of the shadows to the farther side of a tent, where I felt a hand clutch mine.

'Hide me,' said I; and the curtain of the tent was raised.