Then came a couple of groans, and then Dick rose to his feet again, and the man lay motionless, stabbed to the heart.
"On!" said Dick; and he once more pelted forward, Matcham trailing in the rear.

To say truth, they made but poor speed of it by now, labouring dismally as they ran, and catching for their breath like fish.

Matcham had a cruel stitch, and his head swam; and as for Dick, his knees were like lead.

But they kept up the form of running with undiminished courage.
Presently they came to the end of the grove.

It stopped abruptly; and there, a few yards before them, was the high road from Risingham to Shoreby, lying, at this point, between two even walls of forest.
At the sight Dick paused; and as soon as he stopped running, he became aware of a confused noise, which rapidly grew louder.