Roving Jack, The Pirate Hunter — page 181: what you’re looking at

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ROVING JACK, THE i WY y YM TY) Cy YZ pee 7 ——— N N\\\\\ \\N N N N N N \X Se ‘ . ~ PIRATE HUNTER. NELL PEVERIL BAULKS QUILT ARNOLD, “T can assure you, my good friends,” cried Tom King, ‘‘ that I never in my life saw the villain,’’ “ He a’ got my money.” “Your money—your money—come [I like that,” replied Tom King, in retortion, ‘‘ Why do you hold me if you thought he’d got your money?” “ Aye—why—why ?” said fifty voices, anxious for an explanation, which the dander-headed farmer seemed unable to give. “Good people,” said Tom King, ‘this is an old trick of the hoary-headed reprobate.”’ The farmer was able to open his mouth, “tis true,’ but too bewildered to speak or deny the highwayman’s assertion, who continued in accents of disdain, mingled with some show of pity No. 26. ‘Tt won’t do, old man,” he said, ‘I’m not going to be choused out of my money in this manner. I dare say you know where the amount you pretended to pay me for my horse is gone to, and I shan’t lose sight of you till I’ve got it back again, so I tell you plainly.” At length the farmer recovered from his utter astonishment and managed to stammer out the following words, but cautiously endeavouring to effect something like a reconciliation, ‘‘Whoy, what the dickens dost take me for, mun? Dost think I be one of the foine Lunnon sharpers, as come down to foire to trick honest volk out o’ their brass ?”’ “ Your horse!”