I gasped; what had happened?
The mist must have hidden him; I ran back ten yards, and there he was leaning against the railing, hung up with his head on his arm shaking.
"What's the matter, Oscar ?" I cried.

"What on earth's the matter ?" "Oh, Frank, I can't go," he cried, "I can't.

It would be too wonderful; but it's impossible.

I should be seized by the police.

You don't know the police." "Nonsense," I cried, "the police can't stop you and not a man of them will see you from start to finish.