"We'd soon have him out and cook him." "Couldn't," said Mike.

"Take too big a pot." "Then we'd roast him; and, I say, fancy asking Jemmy Carnach down to dinner!" "Yes," cried Mike, joining in the laugh.

"He'd eat till his eyes would look lobstery too, and your father would have to give him such a dose." "It don't want my father to cure Jemmy Carnach when he's ill," said Vince scornfully.

"I could do that easy enough." "And how would you do it, old clever ?" "Tie him up for two or three days without anything to eat.

Pst! Hear that ?" "Yes," said Mike, in a whisper, as a peculiar hollow plashing sound arose some distance down the low dark passage, and the water at the mouth became disturbed.