"If you keep on talking you'll surely be caught.

Grinder may be coming after us in a carriage." "If we had our bicycles we could get there in no time," said Sam.
"Yes, and we might break our necks in the dark," added Dick.

"Come, we haven't more than a mile further to go." On the three trudged, through the snow, which was coming down faster each instant.

Once they thought they heard carriage wheels behind them, but soon the sounds faded away in the distance.
At last they came in sight of the Stanhope cottage.

A bright light was streaming from the sitting-room windows, and looking in they saw Dora sitting at the table reading a book, and Mrs.Stanhope resting comfortably in an easy-chair in front of the bright-burning fire.
Dora herself came to the door in answer to their ring.