[The Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson]@TWC D-Link bookThe Merry Men CHAPTER III 11/162
You mean to stick by your inn.
Now I mean you shall come for a turn with me in my barouche; and before this bottle's empty, so you shall.' 'That would be an odd thing, to be sure,' replied Will, with a chuckle. 'Why, sir, I have grown here like an old oak-tree; the Devil himself could hardly root me up: and for all I perceive you are a very entertaining old gentleman, I would wager you another bottle you lose your pains with me.' The dimness of Will's eyesight had been increasing all this while; but he was somehow conscious of a sharp and chilling scrutiny which irritated and yet overmastered him. 'You need not think,' he broke out suddenly, in an explosive, febrile manner that startled and alarmed himself, 'that I am a stay-at-home, because I fear anything under God.
God knows I am tired enough of it all; and when the time comes for a longer journey than ever you dream of, I reckon I shall find myself prepared.' The stranger emptied his glass and pushed it away from him.
He looked down for a little, and then, leaning over the table, tapped Will three times upon the forearm with a single finger.
'The time has come!' he said solemnly. An ugly thrill spread from the spot he touched.
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