"Can't I settle this business, Captain," muttered Blueskin, drawing a pistol. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. ’ ‘What about the lad?’ said the captain suddenly. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. ’ The captain shook his head.
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