"'Whoy, mesalf!' says he.
"'But what you at?' says I.
"'Whoy, foightin!' says he.
"'Who?' says I.
"'Whoy, the nearest!' says he, and smacks at me.
"Then Knapp tripped him from behind, and he was our prisoner….
"He's been with us ever since. Piper's been tryin to make a Christian of him."
"What's his story?"
"I don't know, and he can't tell us. He knows nothing—not even fear. I call him Blob, because blob's his nature. Piper found the name Hoad on his shirt. I daresay his people sold him to the Gap Gang; and they kept him."
"To be cruel to?" shuddered Kit.