"Take this man's horse and ride him. John Sorden is ahead. It will stretch your chilled limbs."
"May I go with him?" asked Owen Daw, in his Celtic accent, quite cringing now.
"Not unless he wants you."
"Come, then," Levin obligingly said.
While the two youths were still lingering by the wagon they heard these words:
"Have you arranged everything with Whitecar and Devil Jim?"
"See me! see me!"—apparently meaning, "Rely upon me."
"Is Greenley ready to make the diversion if any attack be made upon us?"
"See me! see me! His gallus is up and he'd burn de world."
"This Lawyer Clayton?"