,thoseclothesofyours,arethey?”

    "Yes,Imfreezingalready,"saidJill.

    Afewminutesagowhentheyhadbeeni,shehadthoughtthatifonlytheycouldoofthecastle,theirescapewouldbealmostplete.Shenowrealizedthatthemostdangerouspartofitwasstilltoe.

    "Steady,steady,"saidPuddleglum."Dontlookback.Dontwalktooquickly.Whateveryoudo,dontrun.Lookasifwewerejusttakingastroll,andthen,ifanyoneseesus,hemight,justpossibly,notbother.Themomentwelooklikepeoplerunningaway,weredone.”

    ThedistaheCityRuinousseemedlohanJillwouldhavebelievedpossible.

    Butbitbybittheywerecit.Thencameaheasped.Jill,whodidntknowwhatitwas,said,"Whatsthat?”

    "Huntinghorn,"whisperedScrubb.

    "Butdontrunevennow,"saidPuddleglum."NotuntilIgivetheword.”

    ThistimeJillcouldnthelpglangoverhershoulder.There,abouthalfamileaway,wasthehuurningfrombehiheleft.

    Theywalkedon.Suddenlyagreatclamiantvoicesarose:thenshoutsandhollas.

    "Theyveseenus.Run,"saidPuddleglum.

    Jillgatheredupherlongskirts-horriblethingsforrunningin-andran.Therewasnomistakingthedangernow.Shecouldhearthemusicofthehounds.ShecouldheartheKingsvoicerout,"Afterthem,afterthem,orwellhavenomaomorrow.”

    Shewaslastofthethreenow,cumberedwithherdress,slippingonloosestones,herhairgettinginhermouth,running-painsacrossherchest.Thehoundsweremuearer.Nowshehadtorunuphill,upthestonyslopewhichledtotheloweststepofthegiantstairway.Shehadnoideawhattheywoulddowhethere,orho