"Out with you, in a twinkling, every one, and up into these rocks with me.

Michael, thee tie thy horse to the wagon, and drive ahead to Amariah's and get him and his boys to come back and talk to these fellows." In a twinkling they were all out of the carriage.
"There," said Phineas, catching up Harry, "you, each of you, see to the women; and run, _now_ if you ever _did_ run!" They needed no exhortation.

Quicker than we can say it, the whole party were over the fence, making with all speed for the rocks, while Michael, throwing himself from his horse, and fastening the bridle to the wagon, began driving it rapidly away.
"Come ahead," said Phineas, as they reached the rocks, and saw in the mingled starlight and dawn, the traces of a rude but plainly marked foot-path leading up among them; "this is one of our old hunting-dens.
Come up!" Phineas went before, springing up the rocks like a goat, with the boy in his arms.

Jim came second, bearing his trembling old mother over his shoulder, and George and Eliza brought up the rear.

The party of horsemen came up to the fence, and, with mingled shouts and oaths, were dismounting, to prepare to follow them.