The old man had gained the street corner, before he began to

recover the effect of Toby Crackit's intelligence. He had

relaxed nothing of his unusual speed; but was still pressing

onward, in the same wild and disordered manner, when the sudden

dashing past of a carriage: and a boisterous cry from the foot

passengers, who saw his danger: drove him back upon the

pavement. Avoiding, as much as was possible, all the main

streets, and skulking only through the by-ways and alleys, he at