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... evidently been some play with knives, and it ended with a flight to London, and
then down to Rooksby's red barn, with the runners in full cry after them. " Think of
it," Rooksby said, " and me a justice, and . . . oh, it drives me wild, this ...
A continuous scuffling went on ; an imperious voice cried, " Hold your tongues,
you fools! Hold your tongues! . . ." Someone else called: " Hear to Jack Rangsley.
Hear to him! " There was a silence. I saw a hand light a torch at the lanthorn, and
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. " You're all right," he said
We made a few paces down the road ; the pitiful voices of the runners crying for
help came plainly to my ears. "You — they — aren't murdering them?" I asked. "
No, no," he answered. " Can't afford to. Wish we could ; but they'd make it too hot
It was he who had cried the watchword, " Snuff and enough," and who had held
the whispered consultation. Carlos and Castro had waited in their hiding-place,
having been spectators of the arrival of the runners and of my capture. I gathered
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