"We're going to hunt Boney out, sir," Dobbin said,rather alarmed at the fury of the old man, the veins of whose forehead began to swell, and who sate drumming his papers with his clenched fist. "We are going to hunt him out, sir—the Duke's in Belgium already, and we expect marching orders every day."
"Give him no quarter. Bring back the villain's head,sir. Shoot the coward down, sir," Sedley roared. "I'd enlist myself, by—; but I'm a broken old man—ruined by that damned scoundrel—and by a parcel of swindling thieves in this country whom I made, sir,and who are rolling in their carriages now," he added,with a break in his voice.