"Stay!" cried Wood, "this is a most perplexing business—if you really are privy to the affair——" "We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir," returned Jackson, cutting him short. I’ve got to have you, and by God I will. CHAPTER XXVIII. “It was inevitable,” he declared. "Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured when asleep,—that his liquor had been drugged,—otherwise, he would never have allowed himself to be taken alive.
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