"It'll be demmed well time by then...

won't it, sir ?..." "About sundown, Sir Percy...

not later..." "About sundown...

not later..." muttered Blakeney, as he once more stretched his long limbs along the narrow bed.
He gave a loud and hearty yawn.
"I'll not fail you..." he murmured, as he closed his eyes, and gave a final struggle to get his head at a comfortable angle, "the letter will be written in my best cali...

calig....