mind you. If there's anything queer about him when we once get

into the work; in for a penny, in for a pound. You won't see him

alive again, Fagin. Think of that, before you send him. Mark my

words!' said the robber, poising a crowbar, which he had drawn

'I've thought of it all,' said the Jew with energy. 'I've--I've

had my eye upon him, my dears, close--close. Once let him feel

that he is one of us; once fill his mind with the idea that he

has been a thief; and he's ours! Ours for his life. Oho! It