Murder him?
Worth my while, too, to murder him, when I could do worse and drag him back!" The other one still gasped, "He tried--he tried-to--murder me.
Bear--bear witness." "Lookee here!" said my convict to the sergeant.

"Single-handed I got clear of the prison-ship; I made a dash and I done it.

I could ha' got clear of these death-cold flats likewise--look at my leg: you won't find much iron on it--if I hadn't made the discovery that he was here.

Let him go free?
Let him profit by the means as I found out?
Let him make a tool of me afresh and again?
Once more?
No, no, no.

If I had died at the bottom there," and he made an emphatic swing at the ditch with his manacled hands, "I'd have held to him with that grip, that you should have been safe to find him in my hold." The other fugitive, who was evidently in extreme horror of his companion, repeated, "He tried to murder me.