Perhaps he had mistaken the act, for, rising to his feet, Sim looked into Ralph's face inquiringly, as though to ask if he might go.
"Not yet, Sim," said Ralph.

"You shall go when I go.

You lodge with me to-night." Monsey in the corner looked aghast, and crept closer under the flitch of bacon that hung above him.
"Men," said Ralph, "hearken here.

You call it a foul thing to kill a man, and so it is." Monsey turned livid; every one held his breath.

Ralph went on,-- "Did you ever reflect that there are other ways of taking a man's life besides killing him ?" There was no response.