I will get him out of the town, as soon as I can.
Allan Ramsay has laid a complaint, before the mayor, that his countryman has been attacked by a band of ruffians, and has been either killed or carried off by them.

It is a pity that servant of his was not killed." "We thought he was dead.

Two or three of us looked at him, and I could have sworn that life was out of him." "Well, then, you would have sworn what was not true, for he managed to crawl to Ramsay's, where he lies, I am told, dangerously ill, and an official has been to him, to obtain his account of the fray.
It was a bungled business, from beginning to end." "We could not have calculated on the fellows making such a resistance," the other grumbled.

"This one seemed but a lad, and yet he killed three of our party, and the other killed one.

A nice business that; and you will have to pay their friends well, Ben Soloman, for I can tell you there is grumbling at the price, which they say was not enough for the work, which you told them would be easy." "It ought to have been," the Jew said sullenly.