“No; but, Lord bless me! what defence is there?”
Rawton looked down upon the ground, and shook his head.
“Not much,” said he.
“I make up my mind for a long lagging—that’s bound to follow as a natural consequence—and if the ‘bobby’ had died I should have had something worse.”
“Ah, but he has recovered—there is no doubt about that,” returned Bill, quietly.
Peace nodded significantly, and said, “So I hear.”
“Be thankful for that.”
“I am thankful.”
“And I say, Charlie,” whispered Rawton, as he put his face closer to the iron bars, “I saw Lorrie the day before yesterday.”
“Yes. What did she say?”