"He never was a
good sleeper, and his ears reach to the street. I wouldn't like
to say how often I was chased by him in the small hours! I believe
he knew who it was toward the end, but Nab was not the man to
accuse you of what he couldn't prove."
I had no breath for comment. And on sped Raffles like a yacht
before the wind, and on I blundered like a wherry at sea, making
heavy weather all. the way, and nearer foundering at every stride.
Suddenly, to my deep relief, Raffles halted, but only to tell me
to stop my pipes while he listened.
"It's all. right, Bunny," he resumed, showing me a glowing face in
the dawn. "History's on its own tracks once more, and I'll bet
you it's dear old Nab on ours! Come on, Bunny; run to the last
gasp, and leave the rest to me."
I was past arguing, and away he went. There was no help for it
but to follow as best I could. Yet I had vastly preferred to
collapse on the spot, and trust to Raffles's resource, as before
very long I must. I had never enjoyed long wind and the hours that
we kept in town may well have aggravated the deficiency.
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