Ain't there no way?
_Do_ try to think a bit!" The boy shook his head.
"There isn't any way.

You let me alone, and clear." "He can't do worse'n kill us," said Tilda desperately, with a look back at the house.

"S'help me, let's try!" But her spirit quailed.
"He won't kill you.

He'll catch you, and keep you here for ever and ever." "We'll try, all the same." Tilda shut her teeth and held out a hand--or rather, was beginning to extend it--when a sound arrested her.

It came from the door of the glass-house, and as she glanced towards it her heart leapt and stood still.
"'Dolph!" Yes, it was 'Dolph, dirty, begrimed with coal; 'Dolph fawning towards her, cringing almost on his belly, but wagging his stump of a tail ecstatically.