He turned his lanthorn upon me , in a painful yellow glare . “ What ! ' Tis the young ' un , ” he grunted , after a moment . “ Read the warrant , Thoms . " My captor began to fumble in his pocket , pulled out a paper , and bent down ...
An echo stole back , “ Hallo ! Hallo - oo " ; then a number of voices . The horse stood , drooping its head , and the man turned in his saddle . " Runners , ” he shouted , “ Bow Street runners ! Come along , come along , boys !
“ Blindfold ' em , lads , ” he cried , and turned me sharply round . “ Don't struggle , ” he whispered in my ear ; his silk handkerchief came cool across my eyelids . I felt hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head .
Ralph remembered , toomor I remembered for himthat he had estates and an agent in Jamaica , and he turned into the big inn at the junction of the London road to write a letter to his agent bidding him house me and employ me as an ...
We embarked , and , as we drew further out , the land turned to a shadow , spotted here and there with little lights . Behind us a cock crowed . The shingle crashed at intervals beneath the feet of a large body of men .
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