“Quite mistaken,” said Captain Jack; “his name ain’t nothing of the sort—it is Mr. Phillip Redgill.”
“Quite true,” said Phillip, with a smile of contempt. “And, now that I have assisted you in recapturing this vile murderer, I will mount and journey to London.”
“Quite right.”
“Many thanks, my noble captain.”
“A pleasant journey.”
“Don’t forget our appointment,” said Redgill to Jack. “I suppose he is——”
“Dead as a herring,” whispered Captain Jack. “I shot the old ’un through the head, but we couldn’t do much with the young ’un, though, so had to hook it.”
“Young ’un?” said Redgill, in surprise. “What young ’un do you allude to?”
“Why, that young Wildfire devil as came galloping and pistolling and slashing among us single-handed.”
“Who could it have been?” said Redgill. “Was he near my size?”