They were now standing like trapped deer in a little thicket, listening for sounds of the hounds.
"Are you sorry, dear ?" "No, no! I love you, Jack, and I'll go through everything with you and for you.

Really," she cried with a fine show of enthusiasm, "this is jolly good fun, isn't it?
Being chased like regular bandits--" "Sh! Drop down, dear! There's somebody passing above us--hear him ?" They crawled into a maze of hazel bushes with much less dignity than haste.

Two men sped by an instant later, panting and growling.
"Safe for a minute or two at least," he whispered as the crunching footsteps were lost to the ear.

"They won't come back this way, dear." "They had guns, Jack!" she whispered, terrified.
"I don't understand it, hanged if I do," he said, pulling his brows into a mighty scowl.

"They are after us like a pack of hounds.