“Blood and fury!” burst out Prince Rupert, fumbling for his sword, and then gazing, drunk and helpless.
“Two hundred pound! Thou jackanapes—” began Master Carter.
“I’ll let you off with fifty to-night,” said I. “Ten thousand—!”
“No, fifty. Indeed, nunky,” I went on, “’tis very simple. I was at the ‘Crown’ tavern—”
“At a tavern!”
“Aye, at a game of dice—”
“Dice!”
“Aye, and a young man was killed—”
“Thou shameless puppy! A man murder’d!”
“Aye, nunky; and the worst is they say ’twas I that kill’d him.”