... with the runners in full cry after them . " Think of it , " Rooksby said , " and me a
justice , and . . . oh , it drives me wild , this hole - and - corner work ! There ' s a
filthy muddle with the Free Traders — a whistle to blow after dark at the quarry .
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
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 ...
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
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 .
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