So we must run for the tramp's track, which is two hundred miles to the west.
We'll bear north, an' that rotten cruiser will look south for sartin, seein' as 'ow they know we 'ave the next President aboard." Coke paused to take breath.
"Wot a pity we can't give 'im a leg up," he added confidentially.

"It 'ud be worth a pension to every man jack of us.

'Ere 'e is, special freight, so to speak.

W'y _'e'd sign anythink_." Once the train was laid, it was a simple matter to fire the mine.

When Hozier awoke, to find the launch heading west, he was vastly astonished by Coke's programme.