The man in black stretched his hand towards his gin and water.
“However,” said I, “we shall see what the grand movement will bring about, and the results of the lessons in elocution.”
The man in black lifted the glass up to his mouth, and in doing so, let the spoon fall.
“But what has this to do with the main question?” said I, “I am waiting here to fight against the Pope.”
“Come, Hunter,” said the companion of the man in the snuff-coloured coat, “get up, and fight for the Pope.”
“I don’t care for the young fellow,” said the man in the snuff-coloured coat.
“I know you don’t,” said the other, “so get up, and serve him out.”
“I could serve out three like him,” said the man in the snuff-coloured coat.
“So much the better for you,” said the other, “the present work will be all the easier for you, get up, and serve him out at once.”
The man in the snuff-coloured coat did not stir.