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Ralph walked with his head bent down . “ Confound it , " I said , “ I shall run away
to sea ! I tell you , I ' m rotting , rotting ! There ! I say , Ralph , give me Carlos '
direction . . . . " I caught hold of his arm . “ I ' ll go after him . He ' d show me a little
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
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 ...
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 .
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