knows as ow and vy he vas sent to quod by Justice Burnflat. Vel, ven he got out, he vent to the devil, or summut like it, and ve have not eard a vord of him since. You members the lad—a nation fine cull, tall and strait as a harrow!"
"Why, you fool," said Ned, "don't you know,"—then checking himself suddenly,—"ah! by-the-by, that rigmarole oath!—I was not to tell; though now it's past caring for, I fear! It is no use looking after the seal when the letter's burnt."
"Blow me," cried Dunnaker, with unaffected vehemence, "I sees as ow you know vots come of he! Many's the good turn I'll do you, if you vill but tell I."
"Why, does he owe you a dozen bobs;[1] or what, Dummie?" said Ned.
"Not he—not he," cried Dummie.
"What then, you want to do him a mischief of some sort?"
"Do little Paul a mischief!" ejaculated Dummie; "vy I've known the cull ever since he vas that high! No, but I vants to do him a great
- ↑ Shillings.
