'I don't think my master's quite well,' says I to Guard; 'I'd like to get in there along of him.' 'Get in with you, then,' says he (only we was jabbering that willainous tongue o' theirs), for he sees the name on my traps is the same as that on your traps--and in I get.

Now, Mr.
Cecil, let me say one word for all, and don't think I'm a insolent, ne'er-do-well for having been and gone and disobeyed you; but you was good to me when I was sore in want of it; you was even good to my dog--rest his soul, the poor beast! There never were a braver!--and stick to you I will till you kick me away like a cur.

The truth is, it's only being near of you, sir, that keeps me straight; if I was to leave you I should become a bad 'un again, right and away.

Don't send me from you, sir, as you took mercy on me once!" Rake's voice shook a little toward the close of his harangue, and in the shadows of evening light, as the train plunged through the gathering gloom, his ruddy, bright, bronzed face looked very pale and wistful.
Cecil stretched out his hand to him in silence that spoke better than words.
Rank hung his head.
"No, sir; you're a gentleman, and I've been an awful scamp! It's enough honor for me that you would do it.

When I'm more worth it, perhaps--but that won't never be." "You are worth it now, my gallant fellow." His voice was very low; the man's loyalty touched him keenly.