you know. Legros can't give evidence against you and I doubt whether Tant-de-Soif or Djoolte will.… I don't suppose any of the others noticed you, but there's a risk—and ten years of Dartmoor would be preferable to six months in the Penal Battalions. What shall you do?"
"Bung orf," replied 'Erb. "I'm fair fed full wiv Hafrica. Wot price the Ol' Kent Road on a Sat'day night!"
"Then seven hundred francs will be most ample for three of you, to get mufti, railway tickets and tramp-steamer passages from Oran to Hamburg."
"Why three?" asked Rupert.
"You, Buck and 'Erb," replied John Bull.
"Oh, I see. You have money for your own needs?" observed Rupert in some surprise.
"I'm not going," announced John Bull.
"What?" exclaimed four voices simultaneously, three in English and one in French.
"I'm not going," he reiterated, "for several reasons.… To begin with, I've nowhere to go. Secondly, I don't want to go. Thirdly, I did not kill Legros," and, as an inducement to the Bucking Bronco to agree with his wishes, he added, "and fourthly, I may be able to be of some service to Carmelita if only by supporting her testimony with my evidence at the trial—supposing that I am arrested."
"Come off it, old chap," said Rupert. "There are a hundred men whose testimony will support Carmelita's."
"Wot's bitin' yew naow, John?" asked the Bucking Bronco. "Yew know it's a plum' sure thing as haow it'll come out thet yew slugged Legros in the year-'ole
