nt up to him,
saying, "I have an old score to settle with you, you scamp; you wanted to
get me turned out of the club, didn't you?" And thereupon, remembering
that he had threatened to wring my nose, I gave him a snorter upon his
own. I wish you could have seen the fellow when he felt the smart; so
far from trying to defend himself, he turned round, and with his hand to
his face, attempted to run away, but I was now in a regular passion, and
following him up, got before him, and was going to pummel away at him
when he burst into tears, and begged me not to hurt him, saying that he
was sorry if he had offended me, and that, if I pleased, he would go down
on his knees, or do anything else I wanted. Well, when I heard him talk
in this manner, I, of course, let him be; I could hardly help laughing at
the figure he cut, his face all blubbered with tears and blood and paint;
but I did not laugh at the poor creature either, but went to the table
and took up my pipe and smoked and drank as if nothing had happened; and
the fellow, after having been to the pump, came and sat down, crying and
trying to curry favour with me and the coachman; presently, however,
putting on a confidential look, he began to talk of the Popish house, and
of the doings there, and said he supposed as how we were of the party,
and that it was all right; and then he began to talk of the Pope of Rome,
and what a nice man he was, and what a fine thing it was to be of his
religion, especially if folks went over to him; and how it advanced them
in the world, and gave them consideration; and how his master, who had
been abroad and seen the Pope, and kissed his toe, was going over to the
Popish religion, and had persuaded him to consent to do so, and to
forsake his own, which I think the scoundrel called the 'Piscopal Church
of Scotland, and how many others of that Church were going over, thinking
to better their condition in life by so doing, and to be more thought on;
and how many of the English Church were thinking of going over too--and
that he had no doubt that it would all end right and comfortably.' Well,
as he was going on in this way, the old coachman began to spit, and
getting up, flung all the beer that was in his jug upon the ground, and
going away, ordered another jug of beer, and sat down at another table,
saying that he would not drink in such company; and I, too, got up, and
flung what beer remained in my jug--there wasn't more than a drop--in t