He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. It is but a wild threat. " "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town.
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