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， “After them， after them， or we’ll have no man.pies tomorrow.”
She was last of the three now， cumbered with her dress， slipping on loose stones， her hair getting in her mouth， running.pains across her chest. The hounds were much nearer. Now she had to run uphill， up the stony slope which led to the lowest step of the giant stairway. She had no idea what they would do when they got there， or how they would be any better off even if they reached the top. But she didn‘t think about that. She was like a hunted animal now； as long as the pack was after her， she must run till she dropped.