"You've got him?" demanded Ireton. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can. No, you don’t!” Ennison had moved stealthily a little nearer to him, and looked suddenly into the dark muzzle of the revolver. "I've not quite done yet," said Jonathan, as he joined the turnkeys. I didn’t ought to have sent for him.
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