'Sounds well, don't it?
What sorter feller will I be?
Brave, eh ?' 'Frightened o' neither man nor devil, but awful cruel, 'cause you was crossed in love.' Jacker was delighted.

He was naturally a combative youth, with a fine contempt for rules that would deny him the advantages to be derived from his ability as a swift and vigorous kicker; so a bloodthirsty and rebellious character was quite to his taste.
'Not crossed in love, though,' he complained.

'That seems measley, don't it?
S'pose I shot a man once, an' the p'lice won't let me have no peace.' 'Good enough!' said Dick.
'Then I'm in.

When do we start ?' 'To-morrer night.

We want one more.