Redmore said nothing. Pepperill spoke slowly, and did not look the man in the face as he spoke.
“If that chance was to happen to me as happened to the man at Newton, it might, there’s no saying, be a saving of me from a great misfortune, and—I shouldn’t mind being a liberal friend, and helping you out of the country.”
“That is what you mean, is it?”
“It might be a convenience to both of us.”
“’Tis a wonderful world,” exclaimed Redmore, “when the biggest rascals go free, and one of them be you! A little rascal like me, who’s sorry that ever he done wrong, is chivied like a mad dog.”
“Well—what do you say?”
“You’re a rascal and I despise you,” cried Roger, and turned to go.
“Will you have me as your friend or your enemy?”
“Your enemy rather than friend on them terms.”
“Then I’ll hang you!” exclaimed Pasco, and set off running in the direction of Brimpts.