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He approached the car in which the two bound captives were still huddled. "Now, you fellows," he said in stern voice, "you know better than I do, most likely, what the penalty for attempted highway robbery is in the State of Virginia." "Oh, guv'ner, don't turn us over to the police," wailed one of the men, none other, in fact, than our old acquaintance, Joey Eccles.
Reginald Butterwick yet more savagely; and he strode firmly to the door. On the threshold he paused and added: "But you tell your guv'ner from me Mr. Reginald Butterwick that he hasn't seen the last of me not by a long chalk. One of these fine nights when he's messing round with well, you tell him what I've told you that's all. He'll know."
The Missus is peekin' out of the shutters at us now." "And do you never admit visitors, even to the grounds?" "No, sir, never, God 'elp me! and there's many an honest bob I could turn by ut, and no one 'urt. But I've lost my place twic't by ut. They took me back though. The Guv'ner 'ud never forgive me again. 'It's three times and out, Mister 'Opkins, says 'ee, only last Whitsuntide."
And then I heard a voice I knew, the voice of the Irishman, "Four-Eyes." "Is it the boi ye're mindin', bedad?" "Ay, sir, he's moved a point." "The poor divil. Throw him a sheet, one av yer; it's meself that's not bringing the guv'ner a dead body when he wants a live one, be Saint Pathrick!"
Phillipson is going to examine you, and to report that you'll be a dead man in a year's time if you stop another week in this country. You are going out of it, and you are going to stop out of it. Do you understand? Stop out of it to the end of your days. For if ever you put foot in it again I'll handle you as a terrier handles a rat! Dollops?" "Yes, guv'ner?" "My things packed and ready?"
"If he hasn't earned a good snooze, then nobody has. Tell ye what, jedge, that feller'll be guv'ner of a State one of these days. I'd vote for him. I'd like to have seen him 'changing shots with that there redskin." They moved away, and the judge remarked, "We are safe enough for to-night, but they'll find us to-morrow." "Maybe, maybe not.
"But say, guv'ner," struck in Joey Eccles, his little pig-like eyes agleam with cupidity, "we've got to have a bit more of the brass, you know a little more money eh?" He ended in an insinuating whine, the cringing plea of the professional beggar. Mortlake made a gesture of impatience.
"And so, Phil," says George of the shooting gallery after several turns in silence, "you were dreaming of the country last night?" Phil, by the by, said as much in a tone of surprise as he scrambled out of bed. "Yes, guv'ner." "What was it like?" "I hardly know what it was like, guv'ner," said Phil, considering. "How did you know it was the country?" "On account of the grass, I think.
He had applied at the plant to be taken on again, being well-nigh desperate with hunger, and Mortlake had assigned him to the present task, for which, if the truth be told, he had no great liking. "Where do you want me to go?" was Roy's next question, as neither of his captors had yet made a move. "We'll show you fast enough, young guv'ner," said Joey through his beard. "Come on, this way."
"Look 'ere," he said swiftly, "what did 'e mean, saying I was never going to die and " The light from the window was against his eyes, and he could not see the features of Sarakoff's face, but there was something in the outline of his body that checked him. "Guv'ner, it ain't true." The words came hoarsely from his lips. "I ain't never not going to die." Sarakoff spoke.
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