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"If you'll take us to that houseboat without delay I'll give you another five dollars," put in Dick. "I'll do it. But I don't want them fellers on the houseboat to see me." "Why not?" "Cos Pick Loring and Hamp Gouch thinks I am their friend. Ef they knowed as how I give 'em away they'd plug me full o' lead." "Then the two horse thieves are with Baxter and Flapp," said Songbird.
But it is now time we return to the last mentioned criminal, Richard Scurrier, and inform ye that at the time he suffered, he was scarce eighteen years of age, dying with the malefactors Hamp, Bird, Austin and Foster, before-mentioned, on the 22nd of December, 1725, at Tyburn. The Life of FRANCIS BAILEY, a notorious Highwayman
"And now?" inquired the recluse. "We're better friends than ever now. She got a divorce from me two years ago. Just incompatibility. I didn't put in any defence. Well, well, well, Hamp, this is certainly a funny dugout you've built here. But you always were a hero of fiction. Seems like you'd have been the very one to strike Edith's fancy.
"Hang me if I don't admire you!" And he smiled in his coarse way. "Of course you can see the possibilities in this," went on Dan Baxter. "Supposing we can make the Stanhopes and Lanings and Rovers pay over fifty or sixty thousand dollars for the return of the girls. That means a nice sum for each of us." "Right you are," came from Hamp Gouch. "As you say, it beats horse stealing."
This unhappy person, John Hamp, was born of both honest and reputable parents in the parish of St. Giles-without-Cripplegate. They took abundance of pains in his education, and the lad seemed in his juvenile years to deserve it; he was a boy of abundance of spirit, and his friends at his own request put him out apprentice to a man whose trade it was to lath houses.
"You and your pard are running off with the boat?" queried Hamp Gouch. "Yes." "Good enough. We claim a half-interest in the boat. Don't that go?" "That's pretty cheeky," returned Lew Flapp. "Let it go at that, Flapp," came from Baxter. "Yes, you can have a half-interest. But that isn't our game." "What is the game?"
"We have got to get out of this neighborhood in railroad time or the jig's up," he added. "Well, I'm willing." It did not take long to catch up to the houseboat, which was drifting down the river in the fashion it had pursued before being towed by the Lunch. Flapp and Hamp Gouch were waiting impatiently on the deck. "Got 'em?" asked Lew Flapp.
"You're Hamp Ellison, in spite of those whiskers and that going-away bathrobe," he shouted. "I read about you on the bill of fare at the inn. They've run your biography in between the cheese and 'Not Responsible for Coats and Umbrellas. What 'd you do it for, Hamp? And ten years, too gee whilikins!" "You're just the same," said the hermit. "Come in and sit down.
"Confound the luck!" came in another voice from the launch. "What's the matter?" asked Paul Livingstone. "Hullo, Mr. Livingstone, is that you?" called out one of the officers of the law on the launch. "It is, Captain Dixon. What's the trouble?" "We are looking for those two horse thieves, Pick Loring and Hamp Gouch. I suppose you know they escaped." "So I heard.
The negroes from the farm sobbed audibly as they worked. A tramp came into the graveyard from the road and asked whose buryin' it was. They told him, and he swore softly, and begged to be allowed to help. John Wendell yielded his shovel to Hamp Pinner, and he to Colonel Huger.
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