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Updated: June 8, 2025
With God all things are possible, and even if your life is to be forfeited, it is not too late to save the soul, for Jesus is able and willing to save to the uttermost. But I want to comfort you with the assurance that I will spare no effort to save you. Many of the diggers are not very anxious that you should bear the extreme punishment of the law, and I think Gashford may be bought over.
'Distinct! he answered, scratching his head, and keeping his eyes upon the secretary's face; 'I seem to hear it, Muster Gashford, in my wery bones. 'I am very glad your sense of hearing is so sharp, and that I succeed in making myself so intelligible, said Gashford, in his unvarying, even tone. 'Where is your friend?
It's very flattering to you; being this. If we ever should be obliged and we can't tell, you know this is a very uncertain world' 'I believe you, Muster Gashford, interposed the hangman with a grave nod. 'The uncertainties as I've seen in reference to this here state of existence, the unexpected contingencies as have come about!
'What is this! said Gashford, turning it over with an air of perfectly natural surprise. 'Where did you get it from, my good fellow; what does it mean? I don't understand this at all.
But you must calm yourself; you must be peaceful, lawful, mild as any lamb. I am sure you will be though. 'Ay, ay, we shall see, Muster Gashford, we shall see. You won't have to complain of me, returned the other, shaking his head. 'I am sure I shall not, said the secretary in the same mild tone, and with the same emphasis.
"But surely, Mister Gashford," said Bevan slowly, for, having been hurriedly told in a whisper by Betty what she had done for Tom, he was anxious to give his friend as much time as possible to escape, "surely as you've come by no loss, ye can afford to let the poor young feller off this time." "No, we can't," shouted Gashford, fiercely.
But Crossby held on with the tenacity of sticking-plaster, shouting wildly all the time, and before either could subdue the other, Gashford and his men coming up stopped the combat. It were vain attempting to describe the conflict of Brixton's feelings as they once more bound his arms securely behind him and led him back to Paul Bevan's hut.
By that time he had freed his benumbed hands, chafed them into a condition of vitality, and was considering whether he should endeavour to creep quietly away or spring up and make a dash for life. "`Now or niver, said the ghost, in a solemn muffled vice," continued Paddy "Who did he say that to?" asked Gashford, who was by that time as much fascinated as the rest of the party.
"But you forget, Paul, that Gashford and his men are here, and will probably endeavour to lay hold of me. I can scarce look on myself as other than an outlaw." "Pooh! lay hold of you!" exclaimed Paul, with contempt; "d'ye think Gashford or any one else will dare to touch you with Mahoghany Drake an' Mister Fred an' Flinders an' me, and Unaco with all his Injins at your back?
'I'd lead them, Muster Gashford, the hangman was beginning in a reckless way, when Gashford started forward, laid his finger on his lips, and feigned to write, just as the door was opened by John Grueby. 'Oh! said John, looking in; 'here's another Protestant. 'Some other room, John, cried Gashford in his blandest voice. 'I am engaged just now.
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