"Strong—damn him! I should think so. Look at the knock on the head he gave me, when I took his dainty ring from him," said Bill, exhibiting an ugly and half-healed gash, which his red knitted cap had hitherto concealed.
"The ring was't worth it, Bill, my boy."
"Come now, old woman—don't cry stinking fish; the stone is a waluable stone."
"A bit of green glass."
"A real emerald, if I know aught about it."
"Which you don't," said the Jewess, placing the ring, which was of great beauty, on the tip of one of her thick dirty fingers; "but you should have waited till the gent was asleep, and then——"
"Then—what?"
She passed a finger significantly across her throat, a motion at which the ruffian laughed, and the other said,—
"Sleep—confound his bones, he sleeps sound enough now, lashed to an old kedge anchor. Do you see the round hole in the timber there?"
"Yes."