“Your trick, sir, and therefore your lead! I must do what you tell me.”
“Honor bright, Martin?”
“Yes,” said I; “I give you my word. Take the revolver if you like,” and I nodded my head to the pocket where it lay.
“No,” he said, “I trust you.”
“I bar a rescue,” said I. — “There will be no rescue,” said he grimly.
“If the colonel comes—”
“The colonel won’t come,” he said. “Whose house is that?”
It was my boatman’s.
“Bring her there. Poor child, she suffers!”
We knocked up the boatman, who thus did not get his night’s rest after all. His astonishment may be imagined.