Its grass-grown walk and untrimmed hedges showed that it was seldom used.
Carroll, still keeping close to Pereo's side, felt him suddenly stop and tremble.

"Look!" he said, pointing to a shadowy figure some distance before them; "look, 'tis Maruja, and alone!" With a dexterous movement, Carroll managed to slip his arm securely through the old man's, and even to throw himself before him, as if in his eagerness to discern the figure.
"'Tis Maruja--and alone!" said Pereo, trembling.

"Alone! Eh! And the Coyote is not here!" He passed his hand over his staring eyes.

"So." Suddenly he turned upon Carroll.

"Ah, do you not see, it is a trick! The Coyote is escaping with Faquita! Come! Nay; thou wilt not?
Then will I!" With an unexpected strength born of his madness, he freed his arm from Carroll and darted down the alley.