That's enough for me." The other convict was livid to look at, and, in addition to the old bruised left side of his face, seemed to be bruised and torn all over.
He could not so much as get his breath to speak, until they were both separately handcuffed, but leaned upon a soldier to keep himself from falling.
"Take notice, guard,--he tried to murder me," were his first words.
"Tried to murder him ?" said my convict, disdainfully.

"Try, and not do it?
I took him, and giv' him up; that's what I done.

I not only prevented him getting off the marshes, but I dragged him here,--dragged him this far on his way back.

He's a gentleman, if you please, this villain.

Now, the Hulks has got its gentleman again, through me.