"Look in front of you.

Is that Wimpole?
It's the old man...

What are you doing?
What are we to do ?" "Keep running," said Grant.
Running soon brought us up to the broad back of the pompous old baronet, whose white whiskers shone silver in the fitful lamplight.

My brain was utterly bewildered.

I grasped nothing.
"Charlie," said Basil hoarsely, "can you believe in my common sense for four minutes ?" "Of course," I said, panting.
"Then help me to catch that man in front and hold him down.