What the deuce is the amusement, Basil?
Here we are, all three of us, within a yard of a den of ruffians--" "But I shouldn't call the police," said Basil.

"We four heroes are quite equal to a host," and he continued to quake with his mysterious mirth.
Rupert turned with impatience and strode swiftly down the court, the rest of us following.

When he reached the door of No.

14 he turned abruptly, the revolver glittering in his hand.
"Stand close," he said in the voice of a commander.

"The scoundrel may be attempting an escape at this moment.