He is gradually emerging from Tom-all-Alone's in the morning light, thinking about it, when he hears running feet behind him, and looking round, sees the boy scouring towards him at great speed, followed by the woman.
"Stop him, stop him!" cries the woman, almost breathless. "Stop him, sir!"
He darts across the road into the boy's path, but the boy is quicker than he, makes a curve, ducks, dives under his hands, comes up half-a-dozen yards beyond him, and scours away again. Still the woman follows, crying, "Stop him, sir, pray stop him!" Allan, not knowing but that he has just robbed her of her money, follows in chase and runs so hard that he runs the boy down a dozen times, but each time he repeats the curve, the duck, the dive, and scours away again. To strike at him on any of these occasions would be to fell and disable him, but the pursuer cannot resolve to do that, and so the grimly ridiculous pursuit continues. At last the fugitive, hard-pressed, takes to a narrow passage and a court which has no thoroughfare. Here, against a hoarding of decaying timber, he is brought to bay and tumbles down, lying gasping at his pursuer, who stands and gasps at him until the woman comes up.

He is gradually emerging from Tom-all-Alone's in the morning light, thinking about it, when he hears running feet behind him, and looking round, sees the boy racing towards him at great speed, followed by the woman.
"Stop him, stop him!" cries the woman, almost breathless.
He darts across the road into the boy's path, but the boy is quicker than he, dives under his hands, comes up half-a-dozen yards beyond him, and darts away again.
Still the woman follows, crying, "Stop him, sir, pray stop him!" Allan, thinking that the boy may have just robbed her of her money, follows in chase and runs the boy down a dozen times; but each time he ducks and dives away. The pursuer cannot resolve to strike him, and so the grimly ridiculous pursuit continues.
At last the fugitive, hard-pressed, takes to a narrow passage and a court which has no way out. Here, against a hoarding of decaying timber, he is brought tumbling down, lying gasping at his pursuer, who stands and gasps at him until the woman comes up.
