"I could swear it!" "Tut!" returned Dick, recovering some sparks of courage.

"He but heard us.

He was in fear, poor soul! An ye were blind, and walked in a perpetual night, ye would start yourself, if ever a twig rustled or a bird cried 'Peep.'" "Dick, good Dick, he saw us," repeated Matcham.

"When a man hearkeneth, he doth not as this man; he doth otherwise, Dick.

This was seeing; it was not hearing.