The horse stood, drooping its head, and the man turned in his saddle. “Runners,”
he shouted, “Bow Street runners! Come along, come along, boys! We'll roast 'em.
. . . Runners! Runners!” The sound of heavy horses at a jolting trot came to our ...
Old Rangsley had been head of the last of the Owlers—the aristocracy of export
smugglers—and Jack had sunk a little in becoming the head of the Old Bourne
Tap importers. But he was hard enough, tyrannical enough, and had nerve ...
He did his best for me; he borrowed a goodly number of guineas from Rangsley,
who traveled with a bag of them at his saddle-bow, ready to pay his men their
seven shillings a head for the run. Ralph remembered, too—or I remembered for
He turned his head round towards me, his hand extended, a smile upon his lips. “
Juan,” he said, “let us not quarrel. You are very young; you cannot understand
these things; you cannot weigh them; you have a foolish idea in your head.
He subsisted a good deal on the charity of people like the Macdonalds, and I
used sometimes to catch sight of him at evenfall listening to Mrs. Macdonald; he
would be sitting beside her hammock on the veranda, his head very much down
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