“Don’t let them know I’m here. "Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Dutchman, removing the pipe from his mouth, and speaking in a deep and guttural voice, "leave the affair to Johannes. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. Of this man Kneebone resolved to go in pursuit; and leaving Jack in charge of the constable, he proceeded to the small inn,—which bore then, as it bears now, the name of the Six Bells,—where, summoning the hostler, his steed was instantly brought him, and, springing on its back, he rode away at full speed. Parbleu, but I will certainly kill him this time. ’ With an unexpected flush of pleasure, he recalled the girl’s antics. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. Well, I don't blame you on that ground. Her thought spoke aloud.
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