I spent fourpence of that in bread and cheese, that on the table's the tuppence.

Ah, it's a poor trade!' And then he filled his pipe again.
We had turned out the gas, so that Father should have a jolly good surprise when he did come home, and we sat and talked as pleasant as could be.

I never liked a new man better than I liked that robber.

And I felt so sorry for him.

He told us he had been a war-correspondent and an editor, in happier days, as well as a horse-stealer and a colonel of dragoons.
And quite suddenly, just as we were telling him about Lord Tottenham and our being highwaymen ourselves, he put up his hand and said 'Shish!' and we were quiet and listened.
There was a scrape, scrape, scraping noise; it came from downstairs.
'They're filing something,' whispered the robber, 'here--shut up, give me that pistol, and the poker.