'Ill bodes for the fool that would hinder me.

But come, let us onward.

No lingering, or the viper will be in the bush from us.

Body and soul, if he give us the slip, both of you shall answer it.' 'No fear, captain, and no hurry,' Charlie answered gallantly, 'would I were as sure of living a twelvemonth as he is of dying within the hour! Extreme unction for him in my bullet patch.

Remember, I claim to be his confessor, because he hath insulted me.' 'Thou art welcome to the job for me,' said Marwood, as they turned away, and kept along the hedge-row; 'I love to meet a man sword to sword; not to pop at him from a foxhole.' What answer was made I could not hear, for by this time the stout ashen hedge was between us, and no other gap to be found in it, until at the very bottom, where the corner of the copse was.