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Look as if we were just taking a stroll，and then，if anyone sees us，he might， just possibly，not bother. The moment we look like people running away，we’re done.”
The distance to the City Ruinous seemed longer than Jill would have believed possible. But bit by bit they were covering it. Then came a noise. The other two gasped. Jill，who didn’t know what it was，said，“What’s that ？”
“Hunting horn,”whispered Scrubb.
“But don’t run even now,”said Puddleglum. “Not until I give the word.”
This time Jill couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder. There，about half a mile away，was the hunt returning from behind them on the left.
They walked on. Suddenly a great clamour of giant voices arose：then shouts and hollas.
“They’ve seen us. Run,”said Puddleglum.
Jill gathered up her long skirts—horrible things for running in—and ran. There was no mistaking the danger now. She could hear the music of the hounds. She could hear the King’s voice roaring out，“Aft
