"It is his work--the low dog--and he shall die.
Wait till Jack Blunt and I get a hack at him," he mused, with a sudden conviction that he dared not now show himself at St.Heliers, nor openly approach the Banker's Folly.

"I stand to lose all and win nothing.

I must work in the dark.

I cannot dare to brave this Anstruther.

They would simply drive me from India.