It's no use, George Hawker," he continued; "you are treed, and you can't help yourself.

If I give information you swing, and you know it; but I'd rather have the money than see the man hanged.

But mind," said he, with a snarl, "if I catch you playing false, by the Lord, I'll hang you for love." For an instant the wretched George cast a hurried glance around, as if considering what wild chance there was of mastering his two enemies, but that glance showed him that it was hopeless, for they both stood close together, each holding in his hand a cocked pistol, so in despair he dropped his eyes on the fire once more, while Lee chuckled inwardly at his wise foresight in bringing an accomplice.
"By Jove," he said to himself, "it's lucky Dick's here.

If I had been alone, he'd have been at me then like a tiger.

It would have been only man to man, but he would have been as good as me; he'd have fought like a rat in a corner." George sat looking into the embers for a full half minute, while the others waited for his answer, determined that he should speak first.