“’Cause, to speak plain English, you’re talking nonsense, sir.”
“No, man; it’s sense. That fellow Dean heard all, and changed the tins.”
“Now, do lie down, sir; it’s o’ no use for you to go on worrying yourself about tins.”
“I tell you I can see it all now, man,” I cried angrily. “We took the stuff, and the prisoners got off. They’re out now, and we’re prisoners. Don’t you see?”
“No, sir; it’s too dark. But—”
“I tell you I’m all right. My head is come clear again, and I can think. We were all confused through taking Mr Frewen’s stuff.”
“I never took none o’ the doctor’s stuff,” growled Dumlow. “And I don’t never mean to.”
“Are you sure o’ what you’re saying, sir?” said Bob Hampton.
“Certain, Bob.”
“I arn’t.”