140 CONFESSIONS OP A HOBSE DEALER. 



to, and dressed in a smock-frock and wide-awake hat, 

 he is rapidly covering the ground in a contrary direction, 

 and the same night at ten o'clock he meets his confede- 

 rates (who have travelled in the gig) not a hundred 

 miles from Chapel Street, Salford, One of the gang, 

 however (who has never heen seen by the "Welshman), 

 is left behind to play his part. This fellow sends a lad 

 to the inn where the Welshman is waiting for the 

 bailiff. 



" Is there a gentleman here waiting for Lord A 's 



steward ?" says he. 



" Yes," says the Welshman. 



" Please, sir, he told me to tell you to walk after 

 him ; he is waiting for you at the toll-gate." 



Away goes the Welshman ; but the bailiff is not at 

 the toll-gate. 



" Have you seen a gentleman go through here with a 

 low-crowned hat, and wearing a green coat with metal 

 buttons V' 



"JS"o," said the toll-collector. 



" Well, he'll be up directly ; will you tell him that 

 the sheep-dealer has walked forward ?'' 



" Yes/' said the man. The poor victim walked en, 

 and kept turning his head at every rattle of wheels, but 

 the bailiff came not. He overtook the lad leading the 

 miserable screw. 



" It is strange," said he, " what the gentleman can 

 be doing." 



They walked on a little way farther, and then stood 



