'Bliged to, or I should have shouted for joy.
Get seven more?
Have a dozen, sir, or twenty.

Every man-jack'll want to go." "No: seven," said Ralph firmly.

"There'll be nine from the Black Tor, so we shall be eighteen." "What! nine o' them coming to help, Master Ralph!" cried Nick, whose jaw dropped in his astonishment.
"Yes: they are as much at enmity with the rascals as we are." "But, Master Ralph--" "Now, no arguing, Nick; do as I tell you.

Get Ram Jennings, and six men who have been injured by the gang, and I'll have swords and pikes ready at ten.

Not a word to a soul." "Isn't the chief coming ?" "No: I am the chief to-night, and my father will not know." "But what'll he say to me ?" "Nothing.