The Jew swallowed it at a draught.
"By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot--very goot." "You shall finish the bottle when the job's done," replied Jonathan.
"Vat ish it, Mishter Vild ?" inquired Mendez.

"Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair--eh ?" "That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute.

When you've admitted him, steal into the room, hide yourself, and don't move till I utter the words, 'You've a long journey before you.' That's your signal." "And a famoush goot shignal it ish," laughed Abraham.

"He hash a long journey before him--ha! ha!" "Peace!" cried Jonathan.

"There's his knock.