"'Why,' says he, very pleasant, 'if you're good, Friend George, when the job's done, per-raps,' says he, 'per-raps I'll give you a lift back to France in my lugger layin on the beach there.'
"'Our lugger, sure-ly, my lord,' says I.
"'No, my friend,' says he, 'it was the late lamented Diamond's. Now it's our noble Emperor's, Gorblessim!—a derelict picked up on the igh seas by one of His Majesty's frigates.'"
The treble ceased.
"Pretty position for the genelmen o the Gap Gang, ain't it?" came the black and bitter voice. "Shot takin the place, or hung if you don't."
"Ah," came the treble again, "it wouldn't take me long to do somethin to him. See. Sow!"
"Only you'd ave to get somebury to old is ands first," grumbled Red Beard.
"Scream!" said the fat man, unheeding. "I'd make his soul talk."
The brutal Toadie rumbled off into laughter.