Look ahead, where that dim light is, Mr.
Swiper, with the cropped hair.

Do you see something shining there, held in a little trembling hand?
That is a knife, Mr.Swiper.The trembling hand that holds that knife belongs to a soul possessed, Mr.Swiper.

He is crazed with a high resolve.

See how he shakes?
Oh he is not thinking of _you_.

He is thinking of the car, Mr.Swiper.He is not himself at all and he is going to slash your tires if you pass that rope, Mr.
Swiper.