nearly got back to Newton-Bushel, having turned his horse's head that way
as soon as he was out of sight of the collector. He stopped at the Bull,
where they had been the preceding night, and drank a bottle of wine;
then, ordering a handsome dinner to be got ready for his company, whom he
said he had left behind, because his business called him with urgent
haste to Exeter, he clapped his spurs to his horse, and did not stop till
he reached that city, where he put up at the Oxford inn, then kept by Mr.
Buckstone, to whom both himself and friends were well known; he
acquainted Mr. Buckstone that he was now reformed, and lived at home with
his friends, and spent the night very jovially, calling for the best of
every thing. In the morning he desired Mr. Buckstone to do him the
favour of lending him a couple of guineas, till he could receive some of
a merchant in the city upon whom he had a bill, for the merchant was gone
out of town. As Mr. Buckstone had a mare in his custody worth ten or
twelve pounds, he made no scruple of doing it; and soon after Mr. Carew
thought proper to change his quarters, without bidding the landlord
good-bye. Leaving the mare to discharge the reckoning and the loan he
had borrowed, he repaired immediately to a house of usual resort for his
community, where he pulls off the fine clothes the collector had lent
him, and rigged himself again in a jacket and trowsers; then setting out
for Topsham, about three miles from the city of Exeter, he there executed
the same stratagem upon Mr. Carter and the other officers there;
informing them also of some great concealments at Sir Coppleston
Bampfylde's house, at Poltimore, for which they rewarded him with a good
treat and a couple of guineas.

The Exeter officers (whom, as we have before said, he left without the
least ceremony at Squire Gary's) having searched all the out-houses, and
even in the dwelling-house, very narrowly, without finding any prohibited
goods, began to suspect the sailor had outwitted them; therefore they
returned in a great hurry to Newton-Bushel, all their mirth being turned
into vexation, and their great expectations vanished into smoke. Soon
after they had dismounted from their horses, the landlord brought in the
dinner, which he said their companion had ordered to be got ready for
them; but though it was a very elegant one, yet they found abundance of
faults with every thing; however, as it was too late to reach Exeter that
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