"Has the law been a friend to me?
But I won't rob my benefactor--and his daughter." "That is square enough," said Butt.

"Why, pals, there are other cribs to be cracked besides that old bloke's.

Finish the ale, mate, and part friends." "If you will promise me to crack some other crib, and let that one alone." A sullen assent was given, and Seaton drank their healths, and walked away.

Butt followed him soon after, and affected to side with him, and intimated that he himself was capable of not robbing a man's house who had been good to him, or to a pal of his.

Indeed this plausible person said so much, and his sullen comrades had said so little, that Seaton, rendered keen and anxious by love, invested his savings in a Colt's revolver and ammunition.
He did not stop there; after the hint about the watch-dog, he would not trust that faithful but too carnivorous animal; he brought his blankets into the little tool-house, and lay there every night in a sort of dog's sleep.