'I hear a lot in many ways about things and people that no one guesses on, and I know this--that he's pretty well marked down by old Stillbrook the detective as went down there a month ago.' 'But didn't you warn him ?' 'Yes, of course, as soon as I heard tell; but it's too late, I'm thinking.

He has the devil's luck as well as his own, but I always used to tell him it would fail him yet.' 'I believe you're the smartest man of the crowd, dad,' says Jim, laying his hand on father's shoulder.

He could pretty nigh get round the old chap once in a way, could Jim, surly as he was.

'What do you think we'd better do?
What's our best dart ?' Father shook off his hand, but not roughly, and his voice wasn't so hard when he said-- 'Why, stop at home quiet, of course, and sleep in your beds at night.
Don't go planting in the gully, or some one 'll think you're wanted, and let on to the police.

Ride about the country till I give you the office.