quartern of Hollands without drawing breath—and then he tried it–and just then Slounging Jock and Dick Spur'em came in, and we clinked the darbies on him, took him quiet as a lamb—and now he's had his bit sleep out, and is as fresh as a May gowan, to answer what your honour likes to speer." This narrative, delivered with a wonderful quantity of gesture and grimace, received at the conclusion the thanks and praises which the narrator expected.
"Had he no arms?" asked the Justice.
"Aye, aye, they are never without barkers and slashers."
"Any papers?"
"This bundle," delivering a dirty pocket-book.
"Go down stairs, then, Mac-Guffog, and be in waiting." The officer left the room.
The clink of irons was immediately afterwards heard upon the stair, and in two or three minutes a man was introduced,
