Dead Men Tell No Tales

But his teeth met. His face darkened. He shook his head.

“That’s the kind of rot that isn’t worth talking, and you ought to know it,” said he. “When I begin a thing I go through with it, though it lands me in hell, as this one will. I can’t help that. It’s too late to go back. I’m going on and you’re going with me, Cole, like a sensible chap!”

I shook my head.

“Only on the one condition.”

“You - stick - to - that?” he said,


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But his teeth met. His face darkened. He shook his head.

“That’s the kind of rot that isn’t worth talking, and you ought to know it,” said he. “When I begin a thing I go through with it, though it lands me in hell, as this one will. I can’t help that. It’s too late to go back. I’m going on and you’re going with me, Cole, like a sensible chap!”

I shook my head.

“Only on the one condition.”

“You - stick - to - that?” he said,


512 of 682