You
are on business, I suppose, and so I leave you."
"A troublesome fool, who is disposed to be insolent," said Rivers, after
Forrester's departure.
"Damn him!" was the exclamation of the latter, on leaving the copse--"I
feel very much like putting my fingers on his throat; and shall do it,
too, before he gets better manners!"
The dialogue between the original parties was resumed.
"I tell you again, Munro--it is not by any means the wisest policy to
reckon and guess and calculate that matters will go on smoothly, when we
have it in our own power to make them certainly go on so. We must leave
nothing to guess-work, and a single blow will readily teach this youth
the proper way to be quiet."
"Why, what do you drive at, Guy. What would you do--what should be
done?"
"Beef--beef--beef! mere beef! How dull you are to-night! were you in yon
gloomy and thick edifice (pointing to the prison which frowned in
perspective before them), with irons on your hands, and with the
prospect through its narrow-grated loopholes, of the gallows-tree, at
every turning before you, it might be matter of wonder even to yourself
that you should have needed any advice by which to avoid such a risk and
prospect.
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