Even so; read it as we go.—Come along, Sancho. Thy master will be the better for it too; he will soon be a free man again.
SANCHO.
You say tat,—you sure of tat,—you swear tat?
CRAFTON.
Yes, yes; I'll say it and swear it too, if thou wilt not take my word for it.
SANCHO.
O good Massa Crafton! me tank you, me embrace you, me kneel to you.
CRAFTON (raising him).
Fy, fy, fy! Let no man be on his knees but when he is at his prayers. Come with us and fear nothing; though this was a desperate attempt, a very wicked attempt against the laws of the land.
