A dim light shone at intervals from some bed-room window; and the hoarse barking of dogs occasionally broke the silence of the night.

But there was nobody abroad.

They had cleared the town, as the church-bell struck two.
Quickening their pace, they turned up a road upon the left hand.

After walking about a quarter of a mile, they stopped before a detached house surrounded by a wall: to the top of which, Toby Crackit, scarcely pausing to take breath, climbed in a twinkling.
'The boy next,' said Toby.

'Hoist him up; I'll catch hold of him.' Before Oliver had time to look round, Sikes had caught him under the arms; and in three or four seconds he and Toby were lying on the grass on the other side.