“For each of you.”
“And who is this very particular, very dear, friend of ourn?” growled Faulkner.
“I am he!” said the stranger.
The rascals were tongue-tied at the stranger’s boldness as he went on.
“You came to conduct Bob Bertram to London?”
“We did! who could have told you?”
“Who told me that each of you went plundering on the way, and divided the booty just now?”
“Ha!” said Captain Jack; “watched, betrayed!”
“Silence,” said the stranger; “if you do not wish to be gibbeted before your time. This youth is accused of murder, but he did it not. He is not in Darlington gaol.”
“Not in gaol?”