most noble captain." He clapped spurs to his
horse, and was out of sight in a moment.

It was some time before Weazel could recollect himself, but at length
reassuming the big look, he said, "D--n the fellow! why did he ride
away before I had time to ask him how his lord and lady do I? Don't you
remember Tom, my dear?" addressing himself to his wife. "Yes," replied
she, "I think I do remember something of the fellow, but you know I
seldom converse with people of his station." "Hey-day!" cried Joey, "do
yaw knaw the young mon, coptain?" "Know him," said Weazel, "many a time
has he filled a glass of Burgundy for me, at my Lord Trippett's table."
"And what may his name be, coptain?" said Joey. "His name!--his name,"
replied Weazel, "is Tom Rinser." "Waunds," cried Joey, "a has changed
his own neame then! for I'se lay a wager he was christened John
Trotter." This observation raised a laugh against the captain, who
seemed very much disconcerted; when Isaac broke silence, and said, "It
is no matter who or what he was, since he has not proved the robber
we suspected, and we ought to bless God for our narrow escape." "Bless
God," said Weazel, "bless the devil! for what? Had he been a highwayman,
I should have eaten his blood, body, and guts, before he had robbed
me, or any one in this diligence." "Ha, ha, ha," cried Miss Jenny, "I
believe you will eat all you kill, indeed, captain." The usurer was so
well pleased at the event of this adventure, that he could not refrain
from being severe, and took notice that Captain Weazel seemed to be a
good Christian, for he had armed himself with patience and resignation,
instead of carnal weapons; and worked out his salvation with fear and
trembling. This piece of satire occasioned a great deal of mirth at
Weazel's expense, who muttered a great many oaths, and threatened to cut
Isaac's throat. The usurer, taking hold of this menace, said, "Gentlemen
and ladies, I take you all to witness, that in my life is in danger from
this bloody-minded officer; I'll have him bound over to the peace."
This second sneer produced another laugh against him, and he remained
crestfallen during the remaining part of our journey.

CHAPTER XIII

Strap and I are terrified by an Apparition--Strap's Conjecture--the
Mystery explained by Joey--we arrive in London--our Dress and
Appearance described--we are insulted in the Street--an Adventure in an
Alehouse--we are imposed upon by a waggish Footman--set to