As it was, my oldest and trustiest setter, Abraham Mendez, received a blow on the head from one of the lads that will deprive me of his services for a week to come,--if, indeed it does not disable him altogether.

However, if I've lost one servant, I've gained another, that's one comfort.

Jack Sheppard is now wholly in my hands." "What is this to me, Sir ?" said Trenchard, cutting him short.
"Nothing whatever," rejoined the thief-taker, coldly.

"But it is much to me.

Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you--an object of hatred.