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" About the 10-h-a-w-iV drawled Jack, as if perfectly ignorant 

 of what Pacey was talking about. 



" About the horse, you know — about Mr. Sponge's horse, you 

 know — that you got me to challenge for you, you know," stammered 

 Pacey. 



" Oh, dash it, the chap's drunk," growled Jack aloud to himself ; 

 adding to Pacey, " you shouldn't get up so soon, man — sleep the 

 drink off." 



Pacey stood nonplussed. 



" Don't you remember, Mr. Spraggon," at last asked he, 

 after watching the tassel of Jack's cap peeping above the bed- 

 clothes, " what took place last night, you know ? You asked 

 mo to get you Mr. Sponge's chestnut, and you know I did, you 

 know." 



"Hout, lad, disperse! — get out of this!" exclaimed Jack, 

 starting his great red face above the bedclothes, and squinting 

 frightfully at Pacey. 



" Well, my dear friend, but you did," observed Pacey, sooth- 

 ingly. 



" Nonsense ! " roared Jack, again ducking under. 



Pacey stood agape. 



" Come ! " exclaimed Jack, again starting up, " cut your stick ! 

 — be off! — make yourself scarce! — give your rags a gallop, in 

 short ! — don't be after disturbin' a gen'leman of fortin's rest in 

 this way." 



"But, my dear Mr. Spraggon," resumed Pacey, in the same 

 gentle tone, " you surely forget what you asked me to do." 



"I do" replied Jack, firmly. 



" Well, but, my dear Mr. Spraggon, if you'll have the kindness 

 to recollect — to consider — to reflect on what passed, you'll surely 

 remember commissioning me to challenge Mr. Sponge's horse for 

 you?" 



"Me!" exclaimed Jack, bouncing up in bed, and sitting 

 squinting furiously. "J/e/" repeated ho ; " ^possible. How 

 could /do such a thing ? Why, I handicap'd him, man, for you, 

 man ? " 



" You told me, for all that," replied Mr. Pacey, with a jerk of 

 the head. 



" Oh, by Jove ! " exclaimed Jack, taking his cap by the tassel, 

 and twisting it off his head, " that won't do ! — downright impeach- 

 ment of one's integrity. Oh, by Jingo ! that won't do ! " motion- 

 ing as if he was going to bounce out of bed ; " can't stand that — 

 impeach one's integrity, you know, better take one's life, you know. 

 Life without honour's nothin', you know. Cock pheasant at Wey- 

 bridjje, six o'clock i' the mornin' ! " 



"Oh, I assure you, I didn't mean anything of that sort," 



