What do you say ?" "Say ?" cried West.
"Stop! Hold hard, Oliver!" cried Ingleborough, stopping him short; "this is a thing that can't be settled in a minute.

We want time.

All I say now, Mr Anson, is that I'm glad we bear such a good character, seeing that we are illicit-diamond-dealers escaping with the plunder that we haven't got." "Exactly!" said Anson.

"Very well, then, I'll give you till to-morrow night to think it over, and you'll soon see which side your bread's buttered." "Don't stop me, Ingle," said West hotly.

"I can't stand this.