Maria's eyes stood still a moment in the
heavens, and the Tramp stopped eating. He picked up the butter and
replaced it carefully in his pocket.
"I know those steps," he murmured half to himself and half to the
others. "They're all over the world. They follow me wherever I go. I
hear 'em even in me sleep." He sighed, and the tone of his voice was
weary and ill at ease.
"How horrid for you," said Judy very softly.
"It keeps me moving," he muttered, trying to conceal all signs of face
behind hair and beard, which he pulled over him like a veil. "It's the
Perliceman."
"The Policeman!" they echoed, staring.
"But he can't find you here!"
"He'll never see you!"
"You're quite safe inside the fence with us, for this is the End of
the World, you know."
"He's not afraid--never!" exclaimed Judy proudly.
"He goes everywhere and sees everything," whispered the Tramp. "He's
been following me since time began. So far he has not caught me up,
but his boots are so much bigger than my own--the biggest, strongest
boots in the world--that in the hend he is bound to get me."
"But you've done nothing," said Judy.
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