I'll throttle you, you beastly renegade, that's willing to sell his own country--throttle you, do you hear ?--before you shall bring any of your mates to the rescue.

Oh, you've not got a weak old man to fight with this time! Do you know me?
It's the 'cracksman'-- the 'cracksman' who went over to the police.

If you doubt it, now that we're in the moonlight, look up and see my face.

Oho! you recognise me, I see.

Well, you will die looking at me, you dog, if you deny me what I'm after.