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"Why then I must take him!" says I

"Try and be da up his staff, heaside and, as his rush carried hiht hiel spun harht to close withmy distance, smote him (very blithely) how and where I would until he (his ar no mercy in my look, very wisely betook him to his heels Hereupon I turned to find the little peddler sitting astride his ainst the fellow's nose: "S "S for your liver if it weren't for the respect I do bear your old mother--skin ot a liver and second for a-saving o' that saone, Job, arter your pal, and tell folk as kind Godby, though sore teer on your liver, and all along o' your good old hty rueful) and sped away after his corasping my hand, "here's full quittance for that pannikin o' water as you never got! And nohat's the word?"

"Now," says I, "let us go back and drink the good ale!"

"Pal," quoth the peddler, with a flash of white teeth, "wi' all my heart!"

Thus we presently returned to the little tavern and found there Roger the landlord, the rusty sword in one brawny fist, his wife holding fast to the other At sight of us he dropped the weapon and roared joyously, and Cicely, running to us, clasped our hands in hearty welcome So we sat down all four, and while we quaffed the ale Godby described our late encounter with great exactness

"Pal," says he thereafter, reaching across the table to grip ht your name be?"

"Martin"

"Why then, Martin, have ye any friends or kin?"

"None!"

"No more have I, and look now, this Kent country is no fit place for you or me arter to-day! So what I says is, lets you and h-road, aha! How say ye, Martin?"

"No!"

"Why no, pal?"

"Because, after to-night, if I chance to be neither dead nor in prison, I'm for shipboard"