

Hugos chance came first.  For at last a woman approached who carried a
fat package of some sort in a basket.  Hugos eyes sparkled with sinful
pleasure as he said to himself, Breath o my life, an I can but
put _that_ upon him, tis good-den and God keep thee, King of the
Game-Cocks! He waited and watched--outwardly patient, but inwardly
consuming with excitement--till the woman had passed by, and the time
was ripe; then said, in a low voice--

Tarry here till I come again, and darted stealthily after the prey.