We'll find him yet, Coddy, my boy.

I thank you, sir, again and again." He held out his hand, which Dempsey felt constrained to shake.

The man was trembling with excitement.
"I tell you, sir," he continued, "that you don't know how we loved that man.

If it takes the whole of our lives, and if we have to tramp the whole world over to do it, we'll find him yet!" "And if I'm not mistaken it will be a bad day for him when you do find him," put in Gregory, who had been an observant spectator of the scene.
"Why should you hate him so ?" "How do you know that we _do_ hate him ?" Kitwater asked, turning his sightless face in the direction whence the other's voice proceeded.
"Hate him, why should we hate him?
We have no grudge against him, Coddy, my boy, have we ?" Mr.Codd shook his head gravely.

No! they certainly had no grudge.
Nothing more was to be gleaned from them.