`What is it, brother? What's it about?'
`I don't know,' said the man. `Spies! Yaha! Tst! Spies!'
He asked another man. `Who is it?'
`I don't know,' returned the man, clapping his hands to his mouth nevertheless, and vociferating in a surprising heat and with the greatest ardour, `Spies! Yaha! Tst, tst! Spi-ies!'
At length, a person better informed on the merits of the case, tumbled against him, and from this person he learned that the funeral was the funeral of One Roger Cly.
`Was He a spy?' asked Mr. Cruncher.
`Old Bailey spy,' returned his informant. `Yaha Tst! Yah! Old Bailey Spi-i-ies!'
`Why, to be sure!' exclaimed Jerry, recalling the Trial at which he had assisted. `I've seen him. Dead, is he?'
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but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.
escape, however, had taught him a lesson, and he resolved
more, sir. I am afraid I am helpless in this matter —
seized upon the English History, which had already done
bivouacked near us. They had no shelter during the rain.
“Halt! you young fool,” roared Troke, raising his carbine.
’em, and drank with ’em, and I’m down to all their
Port Arthur again, and heavy irons, will meet the case.
‘beware’ for nothing.” They were soon anxious for
difficulty was overcome by a simple contrivance. From thwart
but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.
She was going as passenger, as emigrant, anything, when