"Quick." "Here it is," replied Edgeworth Bess.
"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation.

"Keep a sharp look out, Bess." "Stop!" interposed Edgeworth Bess; "Mr.Langley is getting up, and coming this way.

We're lost." "Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening.
"The danger's past," whispered Bess.

"Mrs.Spurling has induced him to sit down again.

Ah! she looks this way, and puts her finger to her lips.
She comprehends what we're about.