And then, too late, I knew my madness, for if either of them had fired, no doubt but what all the village would have risen and rushed upon me.

However, as the luck of the matter went, it proved for my advantage; for I heard one say to the other,-- 'Curse it, Charlie, what was that?
It scared me so, I have dropped my box; my flint is gone, and everything.

Will the brimstone catch from your pipe, my lad ?' 'My pipe is out, Phelps, ever so long.

Damn it, I am not afraid of an owl, man.

Give me the lanthorn, and stay here.