rs, and began talkin to him in
the most affable and affeckshnat manner.

But Dick was too angry to listen; at last when master was telling him
some long stoary about the Duke of Doncaster, Blewitt bust out--

"A plague on the Duke of Doncaster! Come, come, Mr. Deuceace, don't
you be running your rigs upon me; I an't the man to be bamboozl'd by
long-winded stories about dukes and duchesses. You think I don't know
you; every man knows you, and your line of country. Yes, you're after
young Dawkins there, and think to pluck him; but you shan't,--no, by
---- you shan't." (The reader must recklect that the oaths which
interspussed Mr. B.'s convysation I have lift out.) Well, after he'd
fired a wolley of 'em, Mr. Deuceace spoke as cool and slow as possbill.

"Heark ye, Blewitt. I know you to be one of the most infernal thieves
and scoundrels unhung. If you attempt to hector with me, I will cane
you; if you want more, I'll shoot you; if you meddle between me and
Dawkins, I will do both. I know your whole life, you miserable
swindler and coward. I know you have already won two hundred pounds of
this lad, and want all. I will have half, or you never shall have a
penny." It's quite true that master knew things; but how was the
wonder.

I couldn't see Mr. B.'s face during this dialogue, bein on the wrong
side of the door; but there was a considdrabble paws after thuse
complymints had passed between the two genlmn,--one walkin quickly up
and down the room--tother, angry and stupid, sittin down, and stampin
with his foot.

"Now listen to this, Mr. Blewitt," continues master at last; "if you're
quiet, you shall have half this fellow's money: but venture to win a
shilling from him in my absence, or without my consent, and you do it
at your peril."

"Well, well, Mr. Deuceace," cries Dick, "it's very hard, and, I must
say, not fair: the game was of my starting, and you've no right to
interfere with my friend."

"Mr. Blewitt, you are a fool! You professed yesterday not to know this
man, and I was obliged to find him out for myself. I should like to
know by what law of honour I am bound to give him up to you?"

It was charmin to hear this pair of raskles talkin about honour. I
declare I could have found it in my heart to warn young Dawkins of the
precious way in which these chaps were going to serve him. But if they
didn't know what honour was, I did; and never, never did I tell tails
about my masters when in their