I shied it into the quicklime close by us, and I pitched the knife after the cloth; and, if Silas hadn't stopped me, I think it's likely I might have shied John Jago himself into the lime next.

As it was, Silas kept hold of me.

Silas shouted out to him, 'Be off with you! and don't come back again, if you don't want to be burned in the kiln!' He stood looking at us for a minute, fetching his breath, and holding his torn coat round him.

Then he spoke with a deadly-quiet voice and a deadly-quiet look: 'Many a true word, Mr.Silas,' he says, 'is spoken in jest.

_I shall not come back again_.' He turned about, and left us.