Excerpt: ...he. 'Would you roast us alive, this hot night? Leave the fire alone and bring your hang-dog face here ' He treated his associate with the most bitter contempt. 'I doant fancy biding here with narra light ' said the fellow. 'There be a mort of ugly things here ' 'There's nothing uglier than your own carcase. Drink and get courage. If your heart is cold with fear, warm it with brandy.' So saying he took a deep draught himself and handed the bottle to his companion. 'I hate the stuff ' said he. 'Bah it's poison