And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society. Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. Mr. ” “Mr. That boy," he added, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. “No, I mean that we should assemble ourselves in case your parents arrive home. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. The screams of the unfortunate woman had aroused Thames from his slumbers.
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