Are yon thy clothes, or schoolmeasther's ?' 'Mine,' replied Smike, as the Yorkshireman hurried him to the adjoining room, and pointed out a pair of shoes and a coat which were lying on a chair.
'On wi' 'em,' said John, forcing the wrong arm into the wrong sleeve, and winding the tails of the coat round the fugitive's neck.

'Noo, foller me, and when thee get'st ootside door, turn to the right, and they wean't see thee pass.' 'But--but--he'll hear me shut the door,' replied Smike, trembling from head to foot.
'Then dean't shut it at all,' retorted John Browdie.

'Dang it, thee bean't afeard o' schoolmeasther's takkin cold, I hope ?' 'N-no,' said Smike, his teeth chattering in his head.

'But he brought me back before, and will again.

He will, he will indeed.' 'He wull, he wull!' replied John impatiently.