“I had good friends,” Philip replied, glancing with a smile at Dan and Late, who were behind him.
The old prisoner failed to see the glance.
“They say the devil helps his own,” he retorted, “and he must have been the one who helped you.”
Again Philip looked over his shoulder at his friends, and laughed outright, while Joe, who was near enough to hear what old David had said, remarked:
“Rather rough on you lads, ain’t he?”
At the sound of his voice the old Tory turned and, seeing both Late and Joe, cried:
“You here, too, you young devils? It seems to be a good day for the breed.” Then he sang:
“Devils on ahead!
Devils in the rear!
If the devils were all dead,