Leavin' out the angels we love, ther'll be some chance to git square wi' the devils we've sech reezun to hate.

We may yit make them pay dear for the bloody deed they've done in the murderin' o' our innercent companyuns." "Amen to that," mutters Hamersley, returning the squeeze of his comrade's hand with like determined pressure.

"Sure as I live, it shall be so.".