Wrapping his cloak about him, the constable who had been spokesman said,-- "You see it will be wisest to do as we say.

Find him for us, and he _may_ have the benefit of pardon and indemnity for his life and estate." "It's a trick, a mean trick," cried Willy, tramping the floor; "your pardon is a mockery, and your indemnity a lie." "Take care, young man; keep your strong words for better service, and do you profit by what we say." "_That_ for what you say," cried Willy, losing all self-control and snapping his fingers before their faces.

"Do your worst; and be sure of this, that nothing would prevail with me to disclose my brother's whereabouts even if I knew it, which I do not." The constables laughed.

"We know all about it, you see.

Ha! ha! You want a touch of your brother's temper, young master.