So I fear there's little chance of any one getting it." "You think so, eh ?" chuckled Shotbolt, who was eagerly perusing the reward, and congratulating himself upon his caution; "you think so--ha! ha! Well, don't go to bed, that's all." "What for ?" demanded the turnkey.
"Because the prisoner's arrival might disturb you--ha! ha!" "I'll lay you twenty guineas you don't take him to-night," rejoined Austin.
"Done!" cried Shotbolt.

"Mrs.Spurling, you're a witness to the bet.
Twenty guineas, mind.

I shan't let you off a farthing.

Egad! I shall make a good thing of it." "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs.
Spurling, drily.
"_My_ chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment.

"Get ready your heaviest irons, Austin.