Bill suddenly turned his eyes away from Joe and listened. Had he heard a shriek? Oswy street was not some of the yards and lanes in the town center by night, but he did suddenly think of that poor lass standing outside all by herself. He sprinted after Joe, but stopped in the street when he saw the carriage rolling away. He looked around. No sign of Miss Pearl anywhere. He put his hands on his head. "S'ppose they've come for her..." Common street thugs certainly didn't own carriages.