The Prince and The Pauper by Mark Twain Chapter 22 Page 11

Hugo’s chance came first. For at last a woman approached who carried a fat package of some sort in a basket. Hugo’s eyes sparkled with sinful pleasure as he said to himself, “Breath o’ my life, an’ I can but put that upon him, ’tis good-den and God keep thee, King of the Game-Cocks!” He waited and watched — outwardly patient, but inwardly consuming with excitement — till the woman had passed by, and the time was ripe; then said, in a low voice —

“Tarry here till I come again,” and darted stealthily after the prey.

The King’s heart was filled with joy — he could make his escape, now, if Hugo’s quest only carried him far enough away.

But he was to have no such luck.