tossed down his throat without a moment's hesitation.
"Ah!" said the Jew, rubbing his hands with great satisfaction. "You'll do, Bill; you'll do now."
"Do!" exclaimed Mr. Sikes; "I might have been done for twenty times over, afore you'd have done any thing to help me. What do you mean by leaving a man in this state three weeks and more, you false-hearted wagabond?"
"Only hear him, boys!" said the Jew, shrugging his shoulders; "and us come to bring him all these beautiful things."
"The things is well enough in their way," observed Mr. Sikes, a little soothed as he glanced over the table; "but what have you got to say for yourself why you should leave me here, down in the mouth, health, blunt, and every thing else, and take no more notice of me all this mortal time than if I was that 'ere dog.—Drive him down, Charley."
"I never see such a jolly dog as that," cried