You found me with this stab and an ugly bruise or two, and without my purse--in which he found little enough for his pains.

And now, Mr Varden,' he added, shaking the locksmith by the hand, 'saving the extent of my gratitude to you, you know as much as I.' 'Except,' said Gabriel, bending down yet more, and looking cautiously towards their silent neighhour, 'except in respect of the robber himself.

What like was he, sir?
Speak low, if you please.

Barnaby means no harm, but I have watched him oftener than you, and I know, little as you would think it, that he's listening now.' It required a strong confidence in the locksmith's veracity to lead any one to this belief, for every sense and faculty that Barnahy possessed, seemed to be fixed upon his game, to the exclusion of all other things.
Something in the young man's face expressed this opinion, for Gabriel repeated what he had just said, more earnestly than before, and with another glance towards Barnaby, again asked what like the man was.
'The night was so dark,' said Edward, 'the attack so sudden, and he so wrapped and muffled up, that I can hardly say.

It seems that--' 'Don't mention his name, sir,' returned the locksmith, following his look towards Barnaby; 'I know HE saw him.