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To
this
effect
the
sergeant
and
the
nearest
men
were
speaking
under
their
breath
,
when
Joe
and
I
came
up
.
After
another
moment
’
s
listening
,
Joe
(
who
was
a
good
judge
)
agreed
,
and
Mr
.
Wopsle
(
who
was
a
bad
judge
)
agreed
.
The
sergeant
,
a
decisive
man
,
ordered
that
the
sound
should
not
be
answered
,
but
that
the
course
should
be
changed
,
and
that
his
men
should
make
towards
it
"
at
the
double
.
"
So
we
slanted
to
the
right
(
where
the
East
was
)
,
and
Joe
pounded
away
so
wonderfully
,
that
I
had
to
hold
on
tight
to
keep
my
seat
.
It
was
a
run
indeed
now
,
and
what
Joe
called
,
in
the
only
two
words
he
spoke
all
the
time
,
"
a
Winder
.
"
Down
banks
and
up
banks
,
and
over
gates
,
and
splashing
into
dikes
,
and
breaking
among
coarse
rushes
:
no
man
cared
where
he
went
.
As
we
came
nearer
to
the
shouting
,
it
became
more
and
more
apparent
that
it
was
made
by
more
than
one
voice
.
Sometimes
,
it
seemed
to
stop
altogether
,
and
then
the
soldiers
stopped
.
When
it
broke
out
again
,
the
soldiers
made
for
it
at
a
greater
rate
than
ever
,
and
we
after
them
.
After
a
while
,
we
had
so
run
it
down
,
that
we
could
hear
one
voice
calling
"
Murder
!
"
and
another
voice
,
"
Convicts
!
Runaways
!
Guard
!
This
way
for
the
runaway
convicts
!
"
Then
both
voices
would
seem
to
be
stifled
in
a
struggle
,
and
then
would
break
out
again
.
And
when
it
had
come
to
this
,
the
soldiers
ran
like
deer
,
and
Joe
too
.
The
sergeant
ran
in
first
,
when
we
had
run
the
noise
quite
down
,
and
two
of
his
men
ran
in
close
upon
him
.
Their
pieces
were
cocked
and
levelled
when
we
all
ran
in
.
"
Here
are
both
men
!
"
panted
the
sergeant
,
struggling
at
the
bottom
of
a
ditch
.
"
Surrender
,
you
two
!
and
confound
you
for
two
wild
beasts
!
Come
asunder
!
"
Water
was
splashing
,
and
mud
was
flying
,
and
oaths
were
being
sworn
,
and
blows
were
being
struck
,
when
some
more
men
went
down
into
the
ditch
to
help
the
sergeant
,
and
dragged
out
,
separately
,
my
convict
and
the
other
one
.
Both
were
bleeding
and
panting
and
execrating
and
struggling
;
but
of
course
I
knew
them
both
directly
.
"
Mind
!
"
said
my
convict
,
wiping
blood
from
his
face
with
his
ragged
sleeves
,
and
shaking
torn
hair
from
his
fingers
:
"
I
took
him
!
I
give
him
up
to
you
!
Mind
that
!
"
"
It
’
s
not
much
to
be
particular
about
,
"
said
the
sergeant
;
"
it
’
ll
do
you
small
good
,
my
man
,
being
in
the
same
plight
yourself
.
Handcuffs
there
!
"
"
I
don
’
t
expect
it
to
do
me
any
good
.
I
don
’
t
want
it
to
do
me
more
good
than
it
does
now
,
"
said
my
convict
,
with
a
greedy
laugh
.
"
I
took
him
.
He
knows
it
.
That
’
s
enough
for
me
.
"
The
other
convict
was
livid
to
look
at
,
and
,
in
addition
to
the
old
bruised
left
side
of
his
face
,
seemed
to
be
bruised
and
torn
all
over
.
He
could
not
so
much
as
get
his
breath
to
speak
,
until
they
were
both
separately
handcuffed
,
but
leaned
upon
a
soldier
to
keep
himself
from
falling
.
