"What's it mean?" he whispered fiercely to Kit.
"It means he's going—and Nelson's last chance with him!" panted the boy. "O, make him stay!"
The Parson leaned out again.
"I hope you'll come back to see your friends hung, my lord!" he bawled.
The Gentleman turned again.
"Friends?"
"Well, aren't they your friends?—Lord Alfiriston, Sir Harry Dene, and the rest. I gathered they were from the despatch-bag you're so good as to leave in my hands."
"I'm leaving no despatch-bag in your hands."
The Parson jumped round.
What did the fellow mean? Had he somehow?…