You may be the devil among the highwaymen--that was Selwyn's joke, was it not ?--but I'll see the colour of your money.' 'Beware of him.

He _doved_ March,' Sir George said indifferently.
'He won't strip me,' cried the young lord.

'Five is the main.

Five to four he throws crabs! Will you take, George ?' Soane did not answer, and the two, absorbed in the rattle of the dice and the turns of their beloved hazard, presently forgot him; his lordship being the deepest player in London and as fit a successor to the luckless Lord Mountford as one drop of water to another.

Thus left to himself, and as effectually screened from remark as if he sat alone, Sir George devoted himself to an eager scrutiny of the night, looking first through one window and then through the other; in which he persevered though darkness had fallen so completely that only the hedges showed in the lamplight, gliding giddily by in endless walls of white.
On a sudden he dropped the glass with an exclamation, and thrust out his head.
'Pull up!' he cried.