“Harkee!” he said. “I will help you out. Will you give me my bastard
brother?”
“He is my brother too; I swear it.”
“Pish!” said he; “will you give up your paramour?”
“Not if you call him by that name.”
“Why, there, I knew,” said he, “you was in hiding together somewhere.
Smoke the red earl, if you can. Call him by what name you will, and
lead me to him.”