Potter took out a large spring-knife and cut off the dangling end of the rope and then said: "Now the cussed thing's ready, Sawbones, and you'll just out with another five, or here she stays."
Potter es tragué un ganivetas de molles i talla el cap de la corda que penjava, i digué: -Ara la cosa damnada esta a punt, serra-ossos, i, o bé ens doneu cinc monedes més, o aquí roman.