This is the young man who had so little prudence and so much boldness.

Ah! I am sorry for him.' 'Sorry, master!' cried Hugh.
'Sorry, Muster Gashford!' echoed Dennis.
'In case there should be a proclamation out to-morrow, offering five hundred pounds, or some such trifle, for his apprehension; and in case it should include another man who dropped into the lobby from the stairs above,' said Gashford, coldly; 'still, do nothing.' 'Fire and fury, master!' cried Hugh, starting up.

'What have we done, that you should talk to us like this!' 'Nothing,' returned Gashford with a sneer.

'If you are cast into prison; if the young man--' here he looked hard at Barnaby's attentive face--'is dragged from us and from his friends; perhaps from people whom he loves, and whom his death would kill; is thrown into jail, brought out and hanged before their eyes; still, do nothing.

You'll find it your best policy, I have no doubt.' 'Come on!' cried Hugh, striding towards the door.