The turnpike-man knew it by this time; and off scampered Toole, and the major followed close at his heels, at double-quick.

He made a dismal shake or two of his head, and lifted his hand as they drew near.

Toole's heart misgave him.
'Well, how is it ?--what's the news ?' he panted.
'A true bill,' answered Spaight, with a solemn stare; 'a true bill, Sir.' Toole uttered an oath of consternation, and taking the words out of Spaight's mouth, told the news to the major.
'Do you tell me so ?' exclaimed the major.

'Bedad, Sir, I'm uncommon sorry.' 'A bad business, Sir,' observed Spaight.
'No worse,' said Toole.

'If they convict him on this, you know--in case Sturk dies, and die he will--they'll indict and convict him on the more _serious_ charge,' and he winked gloomily, 'the evidence is all one.' 'That poor little Sally Nutter!' ejaculated the major.