'"We're dead men, I think, Brittles," I says,' continued Giles;
'You're a woman,' retorted Brittles, plucking up a little.
Giles, as he spoke, looked at Brittles; but that young man, being naturally modest, probably considered himself nobody, and so held that the inquiry could not have any application to him; at all events, he tendered no reply.
'If Brittles would rather open the door, in the presence of witnesses,' said Mr.
Brittles capitualated on these terms; and the party being somewhat re-assured by the discovery (made on throwing open the shutters) that it was now broad day, took their way upstairs; with the dogs in front.
Brittles obeyed; the group, peeping timourously over each other's shoulders, beheld no more formidable object than poor little Oliver Twist, speechless and exhausted, who raised his heavy eyes, and mutely solicited their compassion.
Brittles, who had got behind the door to open it, no sooner saw Oliver, than he uttered a loud cry.
'--In a lantern, miss,' cried Brittles, applying one hand to the side of his mouth, so that his voice might travel the better.
'He looks as if he was a-going, miss,' bawled Brittles, in the same manner as before.
Giles's room; and that Brittles was to saddle the pony and betake himself instantly to Chertsey: from which place, he was to despatch, with all speed, a constable and doctor.