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"I go with you, Slick," says Starlight, and he looked hard at all of us -- one by one. "I can't, and I won't, do anything else now; but don't let me shut the door against Jim, or the old man's going back, if they like. You and I are the two the police and the public have the most down on. It hardly matters what we do, we're in for years and years if they catch us; and we may as well have a short life and a merry one. We'll fight it out to the end. But it's different with your father and Jim here. They can only be brought in as accessory. If they gave themselves up they'll most likely get a lightish sentence, and they can go home in a year or two and take care of the family. It's worth thinking of. There's your sister and your mother, you know. Talk it over among you. What you agree to I'll stand by; and then drop the whole thing forever."
He got up and walked out, with his head up, just as if he had been Mr. Falkland himself. We looked at each other for a bit, and then Jim begins: --