You know very well I might go round here for miles, and offer a hundred pounds, and I couldn't get a single man to go and work for Bates; they're all scared.

Well, if they're scared of a ghost, let them stay away; but _I'm_ not frightened, and I suppose I could learn to chop down trees as well as any of them.

He's offered good wages; I can take his wages and do his work, and save him from turning into a blethering idiot." Probably, in his heat to argue, he had spoken too quickly for the Frenchman to take in all his words.

That his drift was understood and pondered on was evident from the slow answer.
"It would be good for Monsieur Bates, but poor for you." "I'm not going to turn my back on this country and leave the fellow in that pickle.

I should feel as if his blood were on my head." "Since ?" "How since ?" "Since what day did you have his care on you?
Last time you came you did not mean sen to help him." It was true, but so strongly did Trenholme see his point that he had not realised how new was the present aspect of the case to him.
"Well," said he, meaning that this was not a matter of importance.
"But why ?" said Turrif again.
"Oh, I don't know." Trenholme looked down at his moccasined feet.