“Not the least doubt of that, old stick-in-the-mud,” observed another of this choice assembly. “But stow magging—Bill’s got something to tell us.”
“No, I’ve not,” returned Rawton. “You know just about as much as I do myself, and if any on yer can find the Dandy, why it ’ill be doing the old ’oman a service, and you won’t go unrewarded when you give her the tip.”
“That’s business,” ejaculated the pale-faced man. “I likes a chap to come to business without any long palaver. If any on us tumble over my gentleman we shall know what to do. Do you see that, mates?”
No. 85.
WITH A SUDDEN PUSH, SHE HURLED HIM OVER THE CLIFF.
“Aye, aye, governor, we all on us see that,” exclaimed several.
“But is it a plant?” suggested the man with the cutaway coat.
“Plant, Lord love yer, no,” returned Rawton. “The old ’oman’s right enough, right as the mail—I’ll take my davy on that; but she does take on, and no mistake. She’d give her life to find the Dandy.”
“But, hang it all, she never took much notice on him when she was with Laura,” said Cooney. “It’s a rum start, take it all together.”