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If they were ever to get away unseen, that was the very moment. Short
was plying the quarter-staves vigorously and knocking the characters
in the fury of the combat against the sides of the show, the people
were looking on with laughing faces, and Mr Codlin had relaxed into a
grim smile as his roving eye detected hands going into waistcoat
pockets and groping secretly for sixpences. If they were ever to get
away unseen, that was the very moment. They seized it, and fled.
They made a path through booths and carriages and throngs of
people, and never once stopped to look behind. The bell was ringing
and the course was cleared by the time they reached the ropes, but
they dashed across it insensible to the shouts and screeching that
assailed them for breaking in upon its sanctity, and creeping under
the brow of the hill at a quick pace, made for the open fields.
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