I know the waistrels.

They've been here before to-day.

They'd know you to a certainty, and woe's me if once the gommarels come abreast of you.
It's like I'd never forgive myself if my old captain came by any ill luck in my house." "How long will they stay ?" "Until morning, it's like." "How far is it to the next inn ?" "Three miles to Clifton." "We shall sleep till daybreak to-morrow, Brown, on the settles you have here.

And now, my lad, bloodhounds or none on our trail, bring us something to eat.".