"I think you will not betray me." "By God, we won't!" said the Poet fervently.

"Dogson, it's up to you.
You march off to Glasgow in double quick time and place the stuff in your own name in your own bank.

There's not a moment to lose.

D'you hear ?" "I will that." To his own surprise Dickson spoke without hesitation.
Partly it was because of his merchant's sense of property, which made him hate the thought that miscreants should acquire that to which they had no title; but mainly it was the appeal in those haggard childish eyes.

"But I'm not going to be tramping the country in the night carrying a fortune and seeking for trains that aren't there.