‘Well, what is it? He told you all about it. I couldn’t hear what he said.’
‘He’s been on the prowl for two days: God knows what he’s arter; but he wants us to break in a house and steal a girl.’
‘The profligate willain!’ exclaimed Mr. Jones, with an air of great horror; ‘I’ll tell his father of him!’
‘It’s only a child.’
‘Oh! that alters the case,’ said Mr. Jones, ‘Then I’ll tell his wife. Well?’
‘We are to go to the house, get the girl at all hazards, rob the house if we choose, and bring her here. What he wants of her, who she is, is more than I know. ‘You are to get her, and ask no questions,’ that’s what he said.’
‘Who’s in the house?’
‘Only an old man and a woman.’
‘The man?—is he used up, or what?’
‘He’s a bull-dog,’ was the laconic reply.