We'll hang him for a scarecrow at once, of course ?" "No: bring him here a prisoner, and my father will settle that." "Very well, sir.

We'll take him, dead or alive oh; but if I had my way, I'd like to turn him over to my mother and all the women him and his have robbed.

Why, do you know, sir, night afore last the beggars carried off a pickle-tub and two feather beds.

And they call themselves men." Nick Garth spat on the ground in his disgust, closed one eye as he looked at his young master, gave his mouth a sounding slap, and went round at once to garden, stable, and barns, to quietly enlist the little force, making each man swear secrecy, so that at nightfall not another soul save the initiated had the slightest inkling of what was going on, either at Cliff Castle or the Black Tor..