This was the fact. The brutal assault that had been committed on the unfortunate watchman had really for a time deprived him of all power of speech or movement, and Blodget and his gang went on with perfect ease and composure.
‘This way,’ said Blodget, as he crossed the road to the back of some low stores. ‘This way.’
‘Hilloa!’ said another watchman, ‘did I hear a row?’
‘Yes,’ said Blodget, as he struck him such a blow in the face with the butt of a revolver he had in hand that he fell like a corpse.
‘He’s quieted,’ said Blodget.
The four thieves really looked at each other with some alarm, and one of them said—
‘You have a good kind of way of quieting people, Mr. Blodget, I rather think.’
‘Yes. But don’t call me Mr. Blodget; call me Captain, if you please; but if you use my name it may reach ears that it is not intended for.’
‘That’s right, Mr. —, Captain I mean. Are we near the place, though?’
‘Yes, close to it.’