per, asked Mr. Bumpkin, "How does thee think, sir, we shall
get on: win, shan't us?"

Horatio just raised his face from the paper and winked, as though he were
conveying a valuable secret.

"Have ur heard anythink, sir?"

Another artful wink.

"Thee know's zummat, I knows thee do."

Another artful wink.

"Thee can tell I, surely? I wunt let un goo no furder."

Horatio winked once more, and made a face at the door where the great
Prigg was supposed to be.

"Ain't give in, ave ur?"

Horatio put his finger in his mouth and made a popping noise as he pulled
it out.

"What the devil does thee mean, lad? there be zummat up, I'll swear."

"Hush! hush!"

"Now, look here," said Bumpkin, taking out his purse; "thee beest a good
chap, and writ out thic brief, didn't thee? I got zummat for thee;" and
hereupon he handed Horatio half-a-crown.

The youth took the money, spun it into the air, caught it in the palm of
his hand, spat on it for good luck, and put it in his pocket

"I'll have a spree with that," said he, "if I never do again."

"Be careful, lad," said Bumpkin, "don't fool un away."

"Not I," said Horatio; "I'm on for the Argille tonight, please the pigs."

"Be thic a place o' wusship" said Bumpkin, laughing.

"Not exactly," answered Horatio; "it's a place where you can just do the
gentleman on the cheap, shoulder it with noblemen's sons, and some of the
highest. Would you like to go now, just for a lark? I'm sure you'd like
it."

"Not I," said the client; "this 'ere Lunnun life doan't do for I.'.'

"Yes; but this is a nice quiet sort of place."

"Gals, I spoase."

"Rather; I believe you my boy; stunners too."

"Thee be too young, it's my thinking."

"Well, that's what the Governor says; everybody says I'm too young; but I
hope to mend that fault, Master Bumpkin, if I don't get the better of any
other."

"I wish I wur as old in the 'ead; but tell I, lad, hast thee 'eard
anything? Thee might just as well tell I; it wunt goo no furder."

Horatio put his finger to his nose and made a number of dumb signs,
expressive of more than mere words could convey.

"Danged if I can mak' thee out," said Bumpkin.

"You recollect that ride we had in the gig."

"Ha, now it's coming," thought he; "I shall have un now," so he answered:
"Well, it wur nice, wurn't ur?"

"Never enjoyed myself more in my life," rejoined Horatio; "what a nice
morning it was!"

"Beautiful!"

"And do you recollect the r