Penny Dreadfuls, 1850 · page 252 of 397
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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. * 241 a Sc [THE COUNTESS OF DESBOROUOH ] ohays its people will have to deal with, to-cight,” observed D.ck the Tramper. “ There cau't be s suspiciun of what's guing to take place: ‘cos there's only eight in the secret—and six on us is here.” “ Eight:” ejaculated the Kinchin-Grand. “Who's the other two ”” “Why, the Gallows’ Widow and Carrotty Poll, to be sure,” replied the Tramper. “Oh! ah! I forgot the women,” said the Kin- chin-Grand, lighting his pipe. “ By the bye, Mr. Warren, you talked just now about fighting Old Nick : do you know that they say he has his booz- mgs here oace in every year—aid a precious set out it is too, by all accounts,” “ Why ! I’m blowed if you don’t half believe it!” exclaimed the Magsman, who was likewise pufiog a short clay filled with very strong tobacco. ~ No—I'll be hanged if 1 do,” answered the Kin- ghin-Grand: “or else I wouldn't be here to-night, 31 LT What I ondertakes, I likes to go through with ; and as [ shoaldo’t go throuvh with this here affair if 1 was afeard, [ shoulln’t have undertovk it in that case. But, I say, are we ull armed as agreed upon the night afore last ?” “ A pair o’ pistols and a stout club for each in- diwidual ?” added Miles the Buzgloak. The responses were satisfactory on this head; and the men continued to chatter, smuke, aad drink uotil the Magsman’s watch, being ovnsulied by means of placing the glowing bowl of lis pipe near the dial so as to throw the light upon it, in- formed the company that it was verging rapidly upon twelve. © “Now, then, my lads,” exclaiined Joe Warren; “we must prepare for action. Put away your pipes —take an ther swill at the bingo-flask—and follow me.” The aight, as it deepened, had grown more gloomy and menacing: but still the storm with comicbooks.conn