He didn’t want to trust any of his men with such a large sum as £1,000.
For if he had done so, and they for a miracle proved honest, he would have had to divide the spoil with them all.
This was a consideration that Capt. Jack did not at all relish.
“No, no,” said he, “I must stick to this little sum myself, and if I get it, why, Phillip Redgill may be assisted to escape without trial at all, and the trial will be sure to fall on the sleepy gaolers, for we must hang somebody.”
Time was flying, however, and something must be done in the matter.
It was now ten o’clock, and yet he was undecided how to act.
He was sauntering along the dark streets, when he accidentally came across one of his own men.
“Hello, captain! is that you?”
“Why, Ben, my lad, how are you? I’ve not seen you for three or four days. You seem rather ‘mellow.’”
“Yes, captain, ‘mellow’ is the word. I am rather ‘mellow’, if it comes to that, and I like it.”