"What shall we do?
don't leave me, for heaven's sake." "Not I, Charlie.

We must hide the minute we get t'other side of this hedge." They scrambled over the gate, and plunged into the thickest part of a plantation close by, lying down on the ground behind some bushes, and keeping as still as they could, taking care to cover over their white collars.
The pursuer reached the gate, and no longer hearing footsteps in front of him, he paused.

He went a little distance up the hedge on both sides and held up his light, but did not detect the cowering boys, and at last giving up the search in despair, went slowly home.

They heard him plodding back over the field, and it was not until the sound of his footsteps had died away, that Eric cautiously broke cover, and looked over the hedge.

He saw the man's light gradually getting more distant, and said, "All right now, Charlie.