Yes, you're after young Dawkins there, and think to pluck him; but you shan't,--no, by -- -- you shan't." (The reader must recklect that the oaths which interspussed Mr.B.'s convysation I have left out.) Well, after he'd fired a wolley of 'em, Mr.Deuceace spoke as cool as possbill.
"Hark ye, Blewitt.

I know you to be one of the most infernal thieves and scoundrels unhung.

If you attempt to hector with me, I will cane you; if you want more, I'll shoot you; if you meddle between me and Dawkins, I will do both.

I know your whole life, you miserable swindler and coward.
I know you have already won two hundred pounds of this lad, and want all.

I will have half, or you never shall have a penny." It's quite true that master knew things; but how was the wonder.
I couldn't see Mr.B.'s face during this dialogue, bein on the wrong side of the door; but there was a considdrable paws after thuse complymints had passed between the two genlmn,--one walkin quickly up and down the room--tother, angry and stupid, sittin down, and stampin with his foot.
"Now listen to this, Mr.Blewitt," continues master at last.