Dead Men Tell No Tales

was too cunning to give the warning weight. “I’ve a bullet to spare for her,” said I, cheerfully; “now, then, where is she?”

“Gone wi’ the oothers, for owt I knaw.”

“And where are the others gone?”

“Where they allus go, ower to t’ say.”

“Over to the sea, eh? We’re getting on! What takes them there?”

“That’s more than I can tell you, sir,” said Braithwaite, with so much emphasis and so little reluctance as to convince


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was too cunning to give the warning weight. “I’ve a bullet to spare for her,” said I, cheerfully; “now, then, where is she?”

“Gone wi’ the oothers, for owt I knaw.”

“And where are the others gone?”

“Where they allus go, ower to t’ say.”

“Over to the sea, eh? We’re getting on! What takes them there?”

“That’s more than I can tell you, sir,” said Braithwaite, with so much emphasis and so little reluctance as to convince


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