Get away from Sarah." And suiting the action to the word they swarmed over the back of the bench, and started in full cry for the enviable Dicky.
Richard, however, was an old bird for his years, and did not, or pretended not to hear their siren voices, and sheered off into the open just in the nick of time.

Whereupon the Misses Redwood redoubled their clamour, and could only be allured back to the shelter of my fatigued wing by my going to them and audibly bawling in their faces, "Bravo, Redwood! go it, Redwood!" On these terms they surrendered, and the difficulty, at the cost indeed of my reputation as a loyal "Sharper" was temporarily tided over.
It was noticed that Tempest, though cool as ever, was pale, and carried his left hand, while he stood waiting, in the opening of his waistcoat.
I saw Redwood go to him and say something, pointing as he did so to the hand.

Tempest's reply was a flush and a laugh as he removed his hand from its resting-place, and waved it about at his side.
I did not like it.

But it was too late now.

Mr Jarman stood ready with his pistol up, the noise of the field suddenly changed to silence, and the two athletes, with arms out, stood straining on the line.
Off! It was a good start, and the pace was startling for a mile.
Tempest had the inside track.