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"I would" Quick as flash he clapped hand to pocket, but the pistol caught on the lining, and before he could free it I had covered hiid and still "Up wi' your fa his pistols, I opened the pan of each one and, having blown out the prihing ruefully as he re-pocketed his weapons "This coood liquor The ood ru, and the bowels of a orm, and bone-rot him, says I Lord love me, but I've seen many a better throat than yours slit ere now, my buxom lad!"

"And aided too, belike?" says I

"Why, here's a leading question--but mum! Here's a hand that knoweth not what doth its fellow-- back his head he brake forth anew into his villainous song: "Two on a knife did end their life And three the bullet took O, But three ti cheerly O and cheerly O, They died by gash o' hook O"

"And look'ee, my ben cull, if I was to offer ye all Bartleather just what manner o' hook that was Anan, says you--," quoth he, blinking drowsily at the fire, "here's battle in't, murder and sudden death and hat --aye, and there's wo certain lewd ribaldry that I will not here set down, until ith the rum and the drowsy heat of the fire that I had replenished, he yawned, stretched, and laying hi, tofor the dayspring; the fire sank lower and lower, filling the little cave with a rosy glow falling athwart the sprawling for his red face seem purplish and suffused like the face of one I had once seen dead of strangulation; howbeit, he slept well enough, judging fro dark beyond the s, trampled bank backed byle bri trees In a little I arose and, co without the cave, shivered in the colder air, shaken with raging hunger And now re my utter destitution, I stooped to peer down at the sleeper, half h his pockets, but in a while I turned away and left him sprawled in his sottish slumber