"He knows, if any human being does, the fate of Marian. Obtain, if possible, first of all, the truth from him."
"I can't see just now, Abbot, how that's gwine to be done."
"Take him captive and bring him in, and we will make him answer. Do you not think you and your companion may succeed in capturing him?"
"P'r'aps so—bein' it's your wish we'll do our best to do it, and," added Peterson to himself, "O Lordy! won't we skemer the old devil when we git him. We'll toast him afore a slow fire, I'll bet my life."
"Get him, if you can, Jim, and you will confer a favor that I shall never be able to repay."
"Never mind about that, the thing will be done!"
Shortly after this, Peterson took his departure.