With a gasping effort the boy wrenched himself free and was gone.

He went like a streak of lightning, and the two men were left facing one another.
"What a slippery little devil!" commented Saltash.
"Yes," said Antonio vindictively, "a devil indeed, milord! And I will have no more of him.

I will have no more.

I hope he will starve!" "How awfully nice of you, Antonio!" said Saltash lightly.

"Being the end of the season, he probably will." Antonio smacked his red lips with relish.