“He must have been an unscrupulous, inconceivable villain! But he is dead, I hear,” said Ned.
“No, he is not,” said Jack; “but if he doesn’t die, I have written down and sworn to more than enough to gibbet him.”
“And are you content to die?” asked Bob, in great surprise at the coolness of Jack and Bates.
“I must be so,” was the reply. “We have had Gibbet in our eye for more than fifteen years, and surely now that the time’s come, we are men enough to face it.”
“Perhaps ’tis well that society is about to get rid of you?” said Ned.
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