

Thousand deaths!  Twas done to deceive me--tis plain twas done to
gain time.  Hark ye!  Was that youth alone?

All alone, your worship.

Art sure?

Sure, your worship.

Collect thy scattered wits--bethink thee--take time, man.

After a moments thought, the servant said--

When he came, none came with him; but now I remember me that as the two
stepped into the throng of the Bridge, a ruffian-looking man plunged out
from some near place; and just as he was joining them--

What _then_?--out with it! thundered the impatient Hendon,
interrupting.