"It's someone else." "Faith, then, _who_ ?" was the query.
"_Morrison_," snapped Dudley, with an ominous click of his teeth.
"The Colonel?
Why ?" "_Because he helped this spy escape!_ that's why.

He killed my brother, shot him.

Shot him down like a dog.

But now I'm even with him." He shook the pass under the trooper's nose and crowed with satisfaction.
"I've been waiting for a chance like this," he chortled, "and now I'm going to make him sweat--sweat blood." "Don't be a fool, Corporal," the trooper counseled.

"What'll ye be after doin' ?" "_Report him, at headquarters_--for helping a spy escape! If I have the man and _this_," and he slapped the paper, "it'll mean his sword and shoulder straps--if not a bullet! Come on!" He turned away, to scramble over the wall, but Trooper O'Connell caught his arm.
"Hold on! Ye may get in trouble." In answer Dudley broke away and doggedly kept on towards the stone wall and the road.