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Reade, Charles, 1814-1884

"Hard Cash"


Just as his footsteps died away a low hoot like a plaintive owl was
heard, and they knew their game was afoot.
Presently, tramp, tramp, came the slow and stately march of him they had
hunted down.
He came very slowly, like one lost in meditation: and these amateur
policemen's hearts beat louder and louder, as he drew nearer and nearer.
At last in the blackness of the night a shadowy outline was visible;
another tramp or two, it was upon them.
Now the cautious Mr. Green had stipulated that the pocketbook should
first be felt for, and, if not there, the matter should go no farther. So
Edward made a stumble and fell against Mr. Hardie and felt his left
breast: the pocket-book was there:--"Yes," he whispered: and Mr. Hardie,
in the act of remonstrating at his clumsiness, was pinned behind, and his
arms strapped with wonderful rapidity and dexterity. Then first he seemed
to awake to his hunger, and uttered a stentorian cry of terror, that rang
through the night and made two of his three captors tremble.
"Cut that" said Green sternly, "or you'll get into trouble.


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