"But I'd arranged weth the Cap'n to kip away, an' to kip our chaps away."
"Never mind that. I c'n maake et wuth yer while."
"Well, what es et?"
"Be jist off The Stags at twelve o'clock to-night. A young fella will be laidin' an ould gray mare."
"But wot about the Cap'n?"
"I tell 'ee 't'll be for your good. You do as I tell 'ee, Ellic, or, well, you'll knaw what!"
"But et'll spoil yer plans!"
"Never mind. Look 'ere—" Then he talked earnestly in low tones so that I could not hear. Evidently, however, he satisfied the officer, for I heard him say, "Clain off. A reglar feather in my cap, and the Cap'n wa'ant knaw."
When Israel returned to Cap'n Jack's house I had the mare all ready.