"Yes, sir, and at everybody else; but if he was an innocent, ill-used man, he'd wrinkle up his forehead and look bitter and savage-like, ready to treat everybody as his enemy.

That chap's a sneak, sir, and I've no hesitation in saying he deserves all he has got.

Don't you listen to him if ever he speaks, and don't you break no rules by petting him with anything good from the cabin." "I certainly shan't," said Nic.

"I don't like him." The warder turned sharply, and looked hard at Nic, as he said, smiling: "You'll do sir.

Dame Nature's made you a bit of a judge of men, and what you've got to do is to sharpen up that faculty, as people call it.
I'm not bragging, but I've got it a little, and I've polished and polished it for twenty years, till I'm not such a very bad judge of convicts.