In a hand-to-hand conflict they might do it, as I might do the same to them.

This very morning my men shot at the captain of all smugglers, Robin Lyth, of Flamborough, with a hundred guineas upon his head.

It was no wish of mine; but my breath was short to stop them, and a man with a family like mine can never despise a hundred guineas." "Why, Sophy," said the farmer, thinking slowly, with a frown, "that must have been the noise come in at window, when I were getting up this morning.

I said, 'Why, there's some poacher fellow popping at the conies!' and out I went straight to the warren to see.

Three gun-shots, or might 'a been four.