Tinker drew her quietly away.

They had not gone twenty yards when a jerking nod awoke Mrs.Biggleswade, and she missed the child.
She scrambled up, turned and saw her, and cried, "Come here, you naughty girl.

Come here at once!" "Are you Bessie Kernaby ?" said Tinker to the child.
"Yeth, yeth," she said, turning to go to her tyrant.
Tinker gripped her arm, and cried, "Pstt! Pstt! Hold her, Blazer! Hold her!" and waved him at Mrs.Biggleswade.
Blazer darted forward, growling with a fine show of teeth.
Mrs.Biggleswade, like a wise woman, stood stock-still, and sent a shrill scream ringing down the shore, and another, and another, and another.
Tinker caught Elizabeth's hand and cried, "Come on! Come on! We've only just time to catch the train!" And the two children set off running to the station.
On the edge of the sands Tinker stopped for a moment, whistled shrilly, brought Blazer racing after them, and ran on again.

He could hear the far-away rattle of the express.
Mr.Biggleswade was too deeply engrossed in his talk with Sir Tancred to notice the first half-dozen screams from his wife; and they came faintly round the promontory.

Then he heard them, said, "By Jove! that's Maria!" and started to run back.