'I have draw'd upon A man, and fired upon A man for less,' said Chollop,
frowning. 'I have know'd strong men obleeged to make themselves uncommon
skase for less. I have know'd men Lynched for less, and beaten into
punkin'-sarse for less, by an enlightened people. We are the intellect
and virtue of the airth, the cream of human natur', and the flower
Of moral force. Our backs is easy ris. We must be cracked-up, or they
rises, and we snarls. We shows our teeth, I tell you, fierce. You'd
better crack us up, you had!'
After the delivery of this caution, Mr Chollop departed; with Ripper,
Tickler, and the revolvers, all ready for action on the shortest notice.
'Come out from under the blanket, sir,' said Mark, 'he's gone. What's
this!' he added softly; kneeling down to look into his partner's
face, and taking his hot hand. 'What's come of all that chattering and
swaggering? He's wandering in his mind to-night, and don't know me!'
Martin indeed was dangerously ill; very near his death. He lay in that
state many days, during which time Mark's poor friends, regardless of
themselves, attended him.
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