"I thought I wouldn't spoil the plot.

It looked as if he wanted an excuse for meeting us again, but I think I wronged him.

That sudden stop was genuine." "The sack is yours," said Helen dryly.

"But you will need the things inside." "I imagine I will get them before long, although it doesn't seem to have struck him that my clothes are damp.

It's rather significant that he went on when he could have run across the field and caught us up.