Now, that's Domino--that's the dead finish.

I won't go with you, and I won't give you no information.

And I'm sorry too, 'cause you seem a good sort of a young feller--but I won't do anything that'll mix me up with Peggy any more." Hugh ground his teeth with mortification.

Then he played his next card.
"There's a man they call Flash Jack--do you know him ?" "Perhaps I do, and perhaps I don't," said the sage in a surly tone.
"Well, he told me to ask you to help us.

He said to tell you that he particularly wanted you to give evidence if you can." "Want'll be his master, then," snarled the old man.
"He said he would put the police on to a job about some cattle at Cross-roads," said Hugh.
The rage fairly flashed out of Considine's eyes.
"He said that, did he ?" he yelled.