A glare of light in the distance, casting a warm glow upon the sky, marked where the huge city lay.

Solitary fields, divided by hedges and ditches, through many of which he had crashed and scrambled in his flight, skirted the road, both by the way he had come and upon the opposite side.

It was late now.

They could scarcely trace him by such paths as he had taken, and if he could hope to regain his own dwelling, it must surely be at such a time as that, and under cover of the darkness.

This, by degrees, became pretty plain, even to the mind of Smike.