He is considerate enough not to say so in so many words, but it's
plain enough, and natural enough for that matter. I would do the
same in his place. We had the bulge before; he has it now; it's
perfectly fair. We must take on this job; we aren't in a position
to refuse it; even if we were, I should take it on! Our friend
is a great sportsman; he has got clear away from Dartmoor; it
would be a thousand pities to let him go back. Nor shall he; not
if I can think of a way of getting him abroad."
"Any way you like," murmured Crawshay, with his eyes shut. "I
leaves the 'ole thing to you."
"But you'll have to wake up and tell us things."
"All right, mister; but I'm fair on the rocks for a sleep!"
And he stood up, blinking.
"Think you were traced to town?"
"Must have been."
"And here?"
"Not in this fog--not with any luck."
Raffles went into the bedroom, lit the gas there, and returned
next minute.
"So you got in by the window?"
"That's about it."
"It was devilish smart of you to know which one; it beats me how
you brought it off in daylight, fog or no fog! But let that
pass. You don't think you were seen?"
"I don't think it, sir."
"Well, let's hope you are right. I shall reconnoitre and soon
find out. And you'd better come too, Bunny, and have something
to eat and talk it over.
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