which another road appeared to turn off. And here the cart stopped.
Sikes dismounted with great precipitation, holding Oliver by the hand all the while; and, lifting him down directly, bestowed a furious look upon him, and rapped the side-pocket with his fist in a very significant manner.
"Good-b'ye, boy," said the man.
"He's sulky," replied Sikes, giving him a shake; "he's sulky,—a young dog! Don't mind him."
"Not I!" rejoined the other, getting into his cart. "It's a fine day, after all." And he drove away.
Sikes waited till he had fairly gone, and then, telling Oliver he might look about him if he wanted, once again led him forward on his journey.
They turned round to the left a short way past the public-house, and then, taking a right-hand road, walked on for a long time, passing many large gardens and gentlemen's houses on
