“Give it up! Not I.”
“We must get her back.”
“Yes; our only safety now is in catching her again at all hazards.”
There was a long silence.
“Twenty years ago,” said Potts, moodily, “the Vishnu drifted away, and since the time of the trial no one has mentioned it to me till that girl did.”
“And she is only twenty years old,” rejoined John.
“I tell you, lads, you’ve got the devil to do with when you tackle her,” remarked Clark; “but if she is the devil we must fight it out and crush her.”
“Twenty-three years,” continued Potts, in the same gloomy tone—“twenty-three years have passed since I was captured with my followers. No one has mentioned that since. No one in all the world knows that I am the only Englishman that ever joined the Thugs except that girl.”
“She must know every thing that we have done,” said Clark.
“Of course she must.”