he dropped the ball of silk into his sack.
"I think you must leave quickly,"
whispered the silk weaver.
"you have been seen."
jack looked over this shoulder.
a man was pointing at them.
"let's go," he said.
"Bye!" said Annine. "good luck on your date!"
"thank you," the silk weaver said.
"come on," said jack.
They hurried away from the silk weaver.
"stop!" some one shouted.
"Run!" said Annine.