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‘Be quiet and move faster!’
‘Yes… Sir!’
From behind us came the boom of a shot. I nearly dropped the handle and threw myself to the floor.
‘Don’t!’ Mr Ambrose commanded. ‘They can’t hit us! The metal container shields us from any gunfire!’
‘As long as… they’re behind us.’
‘Yes.’
‘What happens… when they realize that they… could probably catch up… by jumping off and… running after us?’
‘Mr Linton?’
‘Yes… Sir?’
‘One of the advantages of being silent is not giving your enemies any ideas while they might be in hearing distance. Now be quiet!’
‘Yes, Sir!’
*~*~**~*~*
It was about five minutes later, and we were just struggling up another slope, when we heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind us.
Mr Ambrose shot me a dark look. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. His look said it all: faster!
Another shot whistled over my head. And another, and another! The last one came so close that I could feel the air move as it whizzed past. Then came the sound of panting, and I knew they were catching up. Quickly, I risked a glance over my shoulder.
There they were! Halfway up the hill, only a few dozen yards behind us. The red and gold of their uniforms shimmered menacingly in the light of the torches they carried, the steel of their rifles adding another deadly colour to the mix of blood-red and gold. They were three in number, and were dashing forward at a dead run. One of them in particular, a slim-built fellow who looked as if he were used to running from Bristol to Bath and back again every morning before breakfast, seemed intent on sinking his claws into us. He was catching up fast.
‘We'll never get away from them,’ I panted. ‘They’ll get us!’
‘No, they won’t,’ was Mr Ambrose’s cool reply. ‘Not if we make it to the top of the hill in time.’
‘How…?’
‘Be quiet and move! Faster!’ And he started shoving down the handle twice as fast as before. Now, even his breathing sounded a little laboured. A single drop of sweat appeared on his chiselled forehead and ran down the side, disappearing into his collar.
Ha! So he is human after all, not some inanimate statue into which the God of Mammon has breathed life by accident!
Unfortunately, I wasn’t a living statue either. My tortured, aching muscles made my humanity all too clear to me. Gripping the handle more tightly so my slippery hands wouldn’t lose their grip on it, I tried to keep up with his insane tempo.
Think of Joan of Arc, I told myself. She threw an entire invasion of men out of her country! And you are going to be defeated by a stinking mining cart? What are you? A baby?
Well, at the moment I definitely felt like lying down and crying.
Blinking the sweat out of my eyes, I stared past Mr Ambrose and, in the dim light of the torches that our pursuers carried, could make out a dark black outline rising above us. The top of the hill? I couldn’t tell. It seemed miles away yet, but in the gloom, distances were impossible to gauge. Behind us, the sound of panting breath was growing louder.
‘Stop!’ The shouted command from behind me came so suddenly, and sounded so near, it nearly made my heart jump out of my chest. ‘Stop or we'll shoot!’
How very kind of you to warn us… Of course, you have already shot at us, so it’s not much of a warning, but still, very thoughtful.
‘Don’t stop,’ hissed Mr Ambrose.
‘Of course not! What do you take me for? An idiot?’
Silence. Very meaningful silence.
