Dead Men Tell No Tales


“They want to kill you!”

“Of course they do.”

“It’s your own fault; you’ve run yourself into this. I did my best to keep you out of it. But in you come, and spill first blood.”

“I don’t regret it,” said I.

“Oh, you’re damned mule enough not to regret anything!” cried Rattray. “I see the sort you are; yet but for me, I tell you plainly, you’d be a dead man now.”

“I can’t think why you interfered.”

“You’ve heard the


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“They want to kill you!”

“Of course they do.”

“It’s your own fault; you’ve run yourself into this. I did my best to keep you out of it. But in you come, and spill first blood.”

“I don’t regret it,” said I.

“Oh, you’re damned mule enough not to regret anything!” cried Rattray. “I see the sort you are; yet but for me, I tell you plainly, you’d be a dead man now.”

“I can’t think why you interfered.”

“You’ve heard the


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