"Indeed?"
"No, sir. If I put you ashore, you will find lots of watermen who will be glad enough of the job."
"What's your name?"
"Bill White, sir."
Todd Compels Bill White To Assist His Escape From The Thames Police.
"Very well, Bill White. I dare say you have ears at your age, and guess that to have one's brains blown out is not one of the most agreeable things in the world, and perhaps you know a pistol when you see one. This that I take from my pocket and hold at your head is carefully loaded, and if you don't pull away at once with the tide down the river, I will scatter your brains into the river, and throw your lifeless carcass after them. Do you understand that, Mr. Bill White?"
Todd uttered these words in such a tone of fiendish malignity, and glared into the eyes of the poor boy so, that he nearly drove him out of his wits, and it was as much as his trembling hands could do to hold the oars. For the space of about half a minute he could only glare at Todd with his eyes and mouth as wide open as they could be.
"Speak, devil's whelp!" cried Todd. "Why do you not answer me?"
"Murder!" cried the boy.