How far might you call yourselves from the marshes, hereabouts?
Not above a mile, I reckon ?" "Just a mile," said Mrs.Joe.
"That'll do.

We begin to close in upon 'em about dusk.

A little before dusk, my orders are.

That'll do." "Convicts, sergeant ?" asked Mr.Wopsle, in a matter-of-course way.
"Ay!" returned the sergeant, "two.

They're pretty well known to be out on the marshes still, and they won't try to get clear of 'em before dusk.