As the train ran into London, he told her that Mr. Biggleswade was in
the train, and they must bolt for the cab. At once she was all panic
and tears, and he had much ado to brace her for effort before the train
slowed down at the terminus. Before it had stopped he was out of the
carriage, helping her down. They ran towards the barrier; but the
platform was long, and Elizabeth was slow. While they were yet thirty
yards from it, Mr. Biggleswade was on them. With a savage blow he sent
Tinker flying, caught up the screaming Elizabeth, and dashed on, crying
loudly, "The nearest hospital! The nearest hospital! My little girl!
My little girl!"
Everyone made way for him; but Tinker picked himself up, bolted after
him, hissing on Blazer, took a flying leap on to his back, and locked
his arms round his neck in a strangling grip, as the prompt and nimble
Blazer buried his teeth in his calf. Mr. Biggleswade dropped Elizabeth
and tore viciously at Tinker's hands. The passengers and porters came
crowding round, and the moment the throng was thick enough, Tinker
dropped to his feet and gripped Elizabeth by the arm, shouting,
"Police! Police!"
Mr. Biggleswade struggled to choke Blazer off his leg.
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