which he had seen before. They were at no great distance off; and, as they walked pretty briskly, they soon arrived at Chertsey.
"Slap through the town," whispered Sikes: "there'll be nobody in the way to-night to see us."
Toby acquiesced; and they hurried through the main street of the little town, which at that late hour was wholly deserted. A dim light shone at intervals from some bedroom-window, and the hoarse barking of dogs occasionally broke the silence of the night; but there was nobody abroad, and 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