The most difficult part of the business had been old Ketch; but that was managed.
This was one of them, and Ketch anticipated a glorious treat.
Once more we must pay a visit to Mr. Ketch in his lodge, at his supper hour.
But to pummel was one thing, and to arouse Mr. Ketch was another.
Hold your tongue, old Ketch, or I'll call Mr. Harper down to you.
"I expect the worst that has happened may be a battle royal with old Ketch," said he.
The other masters lived at a distance, and Ketch's old legs were aching.
"And that bear of a Ketch won't hurry himself to unlock them," soliloquized he.
"I was not going to leave them to Ketch for witnesses," said he.
Mr. Ketch started as if he had been shot, and his noise dropped to a calm.