Just look how reg'lar old Bonyparty goes along, don't he--just in the same part of the road?
I dessay he's a-counting all the steps he takes, and checking of 'em off to see how many more he's got to go through." "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover." "I say, I wish that chap would pass us--it worries me," cried Ike pettishly.

Then he went on: "Roads warn't at all safe in those days, my lad.

There was footpads too--chaps as couldn't afford to have horses, and they used to hang under the hedges, just like that there dark one yonder, and run out and lay holt of the reins, and hold a pistol to a man's head." "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover." "Go agen then, and stop," growled Ike irritably.

"Swep' all away, my lad, by the road-police, and now--" "There's a man standing in the dark here under this hedge, Ike," I whispered.

"Is--is he likely to be a foot-pad ?" "Either a footpad or a policeman.