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Halloa , Warr , what is the matter now ? '' The prizefighter was hastening towards us as fast as his bulk would allow . `` Just one word before you go , Sir Charles , '' he panted . `` I 've just ' eard in my taproom that the four men I spoke of left for Crawley at one o'clock . '' `` Very good , Warr , '' said my uncle , with his foot upon the step . `` And the odds ' ave risen to ten to one . '' `` Let go her head , William ! ''