off-hand in the road. Only he put it a little differently. Would I go to the hulks for attempting to rob him of five pounds, or would I stay and help him commit a robbery, of which my share alone would be ten or fifteen thousand? You know which I chose. You know who this man was. I said I would join him. He made me swear it. And then he told me what his enterprise was: there is no need for me to tell you; nor indeed had it taken definite shape at this time. Suffice it that Santos had wind that big
“I’m ill, man!” I cried. “If I stay here I’ll die! Mr. Rattray knows that, and he wanted me to go this morning; he’ll be only too thankful to find me gone.”
This argument appealed to him; indeed, I was proud of it.
“But I was to stop an’ look after you,” he mumbled; “it’ll get me into trooble, it will that!”