"I say, Jack," said one; "it's no bottle to-night."
"No; there's nobody about these parts to-night. We are safe, and so are they."
"Exactly."
"Besides, you see, those who do happen to be out are not worth talking to."
"No cash."
"None, not enough to pay turnpike for a walking-slick, at the most."
"Besides, it does us no good to take a few shillings from a poor wretch, who has more in family than he has shillings in pocket."
"Ay, you are right, quite right. I don't like it myself, I don't; besides that, there's fresh risk in every man you stop, and these poor fellows will fight hard for a few shillings, and there is no knowing what an unlucky blow may do for a man."
"That is very true. Has anything been done to-night?"
"Nothing," said one.