"He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. ". “It’s jolly,” he said, “to feel you have come to me. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—" Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table. I don’t think you and Mike are right for each other. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known.
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