We want to ask no questions--only to do what you bid us." "You are not strong enough," she said sadly.

"A young man--an old man--and a little boy.

There are many against us, and any moment there may be more." It was Dougal's turn to break in, "There's Lean and Spittal and Dobson and four tinklers in the Dean--that's seven; but there's us three and five more Gorbals Die-hards--that's eight." There was something in the boy's truculent courage that cheered her.
"I wonder," she said, and her eyes fell on each in turn.
Dickson felt impelled to intervene.
"I think this is a perfectly simple business.

Here's a lady shut up in this house against her will by a wheen blagyirds.

This is a free country and the law doesn't permit that.