But those two heeded neither looks nor jeers; their ears were deaf to the cry of "Stop thief," and shouts of "Two to one on Sandy," stirred no emotions in their fluttering breasts.

Luckily for them the road began uphill, so they were able to get a fair start by the time the village was clear.
When at last they pulled up breathless at the road-side, they could see the lamp of the coach a quarter of a mile down the road, advancing slowly.
"It's touch and go," said Heathcote, "if we do it without getting nabbed.

That wretched light shows up everything." "Yes, I don't like it," said Dick; "we'd better lie down in the ditch, Georgie, till it's got past.

They'll trot as soon as they get up here on to the level, and we must make a shot at the step.

Those fellows inside are sure not to be looking out." It was an anxious few minutes as the light approached, and shot its rays over the prostrate bodies of the boys in the ditch.