Bangs, backed by the expostulations of the pseudo sergeant-major Terry,
induced him to refrain from recapturing his former prisoners, and from
adding to them the profane Pilgrim who had been guilty of interfering
with an officer in the discharge of his duty. Finally he was mollified
by being put in possession of a really great criminal, Mark Davis, whom
he at once searched and deprived of various articles, including a
revolver, all the chambers of which were fortunately empty. Then,
producing his own revolver, the corporal gave it to his prisoner to
smell, remarking that, if he tried any nonsense, he would have a taste
of it that he would remember. Mrs. Richards was busy reducing the
inflammation of Mr. Bigglethorpe's burns. She insisted that he should go
no farther that night, and the whole Richards family, which had greatly
taken to the fisherman, combined to hold him an honoured prisoner. Mr.
Bigglethorpe consented to remain, and the Bridesdale contingent bade him
and his hosts good night. The constable went first with his prisoner,
followed by Matilda Nagle, between the lawyer and the detective.
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