PINCH-ME-KEAB, FOKEST 



and fight 'im ! ' exclaimed Pigg, furious at the 

 comparison. 



' Hush!' said Mr. Jorrocks, 'let me talk to 'im.' 



' Vy, didn't I tell ye I 'd come hearly ? ' asked 

 our master, rising in his stirrups and speaking 

 in a conciliatory tone. 



'Come early,' repeated Prettyfat, recollecting 

 the wide-margined official, 'come early, yes, but 

 you don't call tramplin' on a genTman's grass- 

 plot comin' early, do ye ? You don't 'spect to 

 find a fox there.' 



'Hoot, thou 'ard feuil, what's thou grumblin' 

 'bout thy grass-plat for?' demanded Pigg, in a 

 tone of derision. 



'Treasonous, traitrous rogues,' exclaimed 

 Prettyfat. ' I '11 hand you over to the law officers 

 of the Crown.' 



'Let's off!' ejaculated Jorrocks, catching 

 Arterxerxes short round by the head 'Let's 

 off! I've no relish for law, still less for horna- 

 mentin' the top of Temple Bar with my 'ead'; 

 so saying our master spurred through the pack, 



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