gentleman: am I good enough company for him? I have money, look
you, and like to spend it: what should _I_ be doing dirty actions
for--hay, Tummas?"

A satisfactory reply to this query was not, of course, expected by
the Corporal nor uttered by Mr. Bullock; and the end of the dispute
was, that he and three or four of the rustic bystanders were quite
convinced of the good intentions of their new friend, and
accompanied him back to the "Bugle," to regale upon the promised
beer. Among the Corporal's guests was one young fellow whose dress
would show that he was somewhat better to do in the world than
Clodpole and the rest of the sunburnt ragged troop, who were
marching towards the alehouse. This man was the only one of his
hearers who, perhaps, was sceptical as to the truth of his stories;
but as soon as Bullock accepted the invitation to drink, John Hayes,
the carpenter (for such was his name and profession), said, "Well,
Thomas, if thou goest, I will go too."

"I know thee wilt," said Thomas: "thou'lt goo anywhere Catty Hall
is, provided thou canst goo for nothing."

"Nay, I have a penny to spend as good as the Corporal here."

"A penny to KEEP, you mean: for all your love for the lass at the
'Bugle,' did thee ever spend a shilling in the house? Thee wouldn't
go now, but that I am going too, and the Captain here stands treat."

"Come, come, gentlemen, no quarrelling," said Mr. Brock. "If this
pretty fellow will join us, amen say I: there's lots of liquor, and
plenty of money to pay the score. Comrade Tummas, give us thy arm.