Here, you ride on to the alders' corner and tie up Sol, and then go on." "I say: here's the constable coming." Dick looked back and frowned.
"There, I told you so!" he cried.

"It doesn't matter what I do, that man watches me." "He's only going for a walk." "Going for a walk!" cried Dick fiercely; "he's following me.

You'll see he'll keep to me all the time.

I should like to serve him out." Tom was going to say something else, but his words were jerked out at random, and the next died away, for, as if he approved of the smell of the salt-sea air, Solomon suddenly whisked his tail, uttered a squeak, and after a bound went off at a tremendous gallop, stretching out like a greyhound, and showing what speed he possessed whenever he liked to put it forth.
The sudden spring he made produced such comical effects that Dick Winthorpe stopped short in the rough track along the edge of the fen, to laugh.

For Tom Tallington had been seated carelessly on the donkey's back right behind, and turned half round to talk to his companion.