The Hon. Adolphus Lightfoot. 



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There was no doubt about it, the Captain had the laugh 

 entirely on his side, and Dolly, for once in a way, found 

 himself hoist with his own petard. '' Confound you ! 

 you old brute, you ! " said he, shaking his fist at the 

 unconscious Satan, who was pegging away at his corn in 

 his loose-box as unconcernedly as possible. *' It's all your 

 fault ! I've a devilish good mind to have you shot, 'pon 

 my soul I have, for making such a fool of one ! " 



