I trow well that you were all of you more than half drunk upon the night you professed to see this thing done.

How are we to know you are to be trusted in swearing it was this young man at all?
Master Cale speaks well of him, and his word is worth twenty oaths from the likes of you.
"Goodnight, master; goodnight, mistress.

I am sorry we disturbed you on the testimony of these ill-living fellows." Rosamund's heart beat high with joy and triumph.

She felt she could have kissed the burly officer of the law.

But her bright colour paled again as she heard the exclamation of Slippery Seal, prefaced by a string of horrid oaths.
"He has escaped! These Cales are hiding him! But he shall not escape us! We will not lose the reward.