Let me have a glass of beer, that's a good fellow, before I'm locked up.

I suppose there's no tap worth speaking of inside.' The constable laughed, and had one brought to him.
'It will be some time before you get another, captain.

Here's a long one for you; make the most of it.' Where, in the devil's name, is that Warrigal?
I thought to myself.

Has he given them the slip?
He had, as it turned out.

He had slipped the handcuffs over his slight wrists and small hands, bided his time, and then dashed into a scrub.