For a moment they looked me straight in the face, reflectively, unconcerned, and
then traveled to the spectacles of old Ramon. This glance—remember I was
young on that day—had been enough to set me wondering what they were
I looked at him wonderingly in the dusk; his high coat collar almost hid his face,
and his hat was pressed down over his eyes. The thing seemed incredible to me.
Here was an adventure, and I was shocked to see that Rooksby was in a pitiable
The difficulty was that of late the smugglers themselves had become demoralized
. There were ugly rumors of it; and there was a danger that Castro and Carlos, if
not looked after, might end their days in some marshdyke. It was desirable that ...
“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 into
the light. Suddenly he paused and looked up at me. “This aint Jack Spaniard.
There's five-and-forty warrants out against me—but they dursent serve 'em. But
he's not me.” “It's a miserable business,” Ralph said. He had an air of the
profoundest dejection. In the misty light he looked like a man mortally wounded,
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