So Starlight and I knew that our chance was a lot better than if we'd been tried at Bargo or Dutton Forest, or any steady-going places of that sort.
If we'd made up our minds from the first that we were to get into it it wouldn't have been so bad; we'd have known we had to bear it.

Now we might get out of it, and what a thing it would be to feel free again, and walk about in the sun without any one having the right to stop you.
Almost, that is--there were other things against us; but there wasn't so much of a chance of their turning up.

This was the great stake.

If we won we were as good as made.

I felt ready to swear I'd go home and never touch a shilling that didn't come honest again.