round to the tall stranger, and eyeing him with a sort of winking significance, said—
"So, Mac Grawler peaches, blows the gaff on his pals, eh! Vel now, I always suspected that 'ere son of a gun! Does you know, he used to be at the Mug many's a day, a teaching our little Paul, and says I to Piggy Lob, says I, 'Blow me tight, but that cove is a queer one! and if he does not come to be scragged,' says I, 'it vill only be because he'll turn a rusty, and scrag one of his pals!' So you sees—(here Dummie looked round and his voice sank into a whisper)—so you sees, Meester Pepper, I vas no fool there!"
Long Ned dropped his pipe, and said sourly, and with a suspicious frown, "What! you know me?"
"To be sure and sartain I does," answered little Dummie, walking to the table where the robber sat. "Does not you know I?"
Ned regarded the interrogator with a sullen glance, which gradually brightened into knowledge. "Ah!" said he, with the air of a Brummel, "Mr. Bummie, or Dummie, I think, eh! Shake a paw—I'm glad to see you—Recollect
