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"
Take
notice
,
guard
—
he
tried
to
murder
me
,
"
were
his
first
words
.
"
Tried
to
murder
him
?
"
said
my
convict
,
disdainfully
.
"
Try
,
and
not
do
it
?
I
took
him
,
and
giv
’
him
up
;
that
’
s
what
I
done
.
I
not
only
prevented
him
getting
off
the
marshes
,
but
I
dragged
him
here
—
dragged
him
this
far
on
his
way
back
.
He
’
s
a
gentleman
,
if
you
please
,
this
villain
.
Now
,
the
Hulks
has
got
its
gentleman
again
,
through
me
.
Murder
him
?
Worth
my
while
,
too
,
to
murder
him
,
when
I
could
do
worse
and
drag
him
back
!
"
The
other
one
still
gasped
,
"
He
tried
—
he
tried
-
to
—
murder
me
.
Bear
—
bear
witness
.
"
"
Lookee
here
!
"
said
my
convict
to
the
sergeant
.
"
Single
-
handed
I
got
clear
of
the
prison
-
ship
;
I
made
a
dash
and
I
done
it
.
I
could
ha
’
got
clear
of
these
death
-
cold
flats
likewise
—
look
at
my
leg
:
you
won
’
t
find
much
iron
on
it
—
if
I
hadn
’
t
made
the
discovery
that
he
was
here
.
Let
him
go
free
?
Let
him
profit
by
the
means
as
I
found
out
?
Let
him
make
a
tool
of
me
afresh
and
again
?
Once
more
?
No
,
no
,
no
.
If
I
had
died
at
the
bottom
there
,
"
and
he
made
an
emphatic
swing
at
the
ditch
with
his
manacled
hands
,
"
I
’
d
have
held
to
him
with
that
grip
,
that
you
should
have
been
safe
to
find
him
in
my
hold
.
"
The
other
fugitive
,
who
was
evidently
in
extreme
horror
of
his
companion
,
repeated
,
"
He
tried
to
murder
me
.
I
should
have
been
a
dead
man
if
you
had
not
come
up
.
"
"
He
lies
!
"
said
my
convict
,
with
fierce
energy
.
"
He
’
s
a
liar
born
,
and
he
’
ll
die
a
liar
.
Look
at
his
face
;
ain
’
t
it
written
there
?
Let
him
turn
those
eyes
of
his
on
me
.
I
defy
him
to
do
it
.
"
The
other
,
with
an
effort
at
a
scornful
smile
,
which
could
not
,
however
,
collect
the
nervous
working
of
his
mouth
into
any
set
expression
,
looked
at
the
soldiers
,
and
looked
about
at
the
marshes
and
at
the
sky
,
but
certainly
did
not
look
at
the
speaker
.
"
Do
you
see
him
?
"
pursued
my
convict
.
"
Do
you
see
what
a
villain
he
is
?
Do
you
see
those
grovelling
and
wandering
eyes
?
That
’
s
how
he
looked
when
we
were
tried
together
.
He
never
looked
at
me
.
"
