Like as if--as near as Turndale could describe it--as if the man had been struck down before he was drowned.

Bruises, you understand." "Where is he ?" I asked.
"He's where they took Phillips," replied Chisholm.

"Dod!--that's two of 'em that's been taken there within--aye, nearly within the week!" "What are you going to do, now ?" I inquired.
"I was just going, as I said, to ask a question or two down here--did anybody hear Crone say anything last night about going out that way ?" he answered.

"But, there, I don't see the good of it.

Between you and me, Crone was a bit of a night-bird--I've suspected him of poaching, time and again.