'He cannot be enticed too soon.'
'Ecod!' cried Jonas, with a wild laugh. 'There's some fun in catching
that old hypocrite. I hate him. Shall I go to-night?'
'Aye! This,' said Montague, ecstatically, 'is like business! We
understand each other now! To-night, my good fellow, by all means.'
'Come with me,' cried Jonas. 'We must make a dash; go down in state, and
carry documents, for he's a deep file to deal with, and must be drawn
on with an artful hand, or he'll not follow. I know him. As I can't
take your lodgings or your dinners down, I must take you. Will you come
to-night?'
His friend appeared to hesitate; and neither to have anticipated this
proposal, nor to relish it very much.
'We can concert our plans upon the road,' said Jonas. 'We must not go
direct to him, but cross over from some other place, and turn out of our
way to see him. I may not want to introduce you, but I must have you on
the spot. I know the man, I tell you.'
'But what if the man knows me?' said Montague, shrugging his shoulders.
'He know!' cried Jonas. 'Don't you run that risk with fifty men a day!
Would your father know you? Did I know you? Ecod! You were another
figure when I saw you first.
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