"Run away as fast as you can!" said the voice within him.

"You are tempted; flee from the temptation." "I guess I won't join you, Tim," said he.
"You won't, eh ?" replied Tim, with a sneer.
"I think not; I don't believe it is right.

But I won't say anything about it." "I rather guess you won't.

It wouldn't be safe for you to do so." "I won't, upon my honor, Tim," replied Charles, rising from his seat, and edging away from his dangerous companion.
"Look here, Charley Hardy; in one word, you've got to join the Rovers." "The what ?" "That's the name of a society," answered Tim, who had mentioned it without intending to do so.
It was certainly a piratical appellation, and Charles was not prepossessed by it in favor of the society.

It had a ring of bold and daring deeds, and his studies had not prepared him to entertain a very high opinion of Tim's heroes, Dick Turpin and Captain Kidd.
"You can't back out now, Master Hardy," continued Tim.
"I don't want to join you, but I won't say a word." "Very well, my fine fellow!" and Tim rose and walked away towards home.
Charles did not like this.