'He!' pointing with his thumb inverted to the kitchen, where the
prisoner was in custody. 'So he had his griego wrapped close round
him, and I judged he was not dry-handed; so I thought it was best
to speak proper, and so he believed I was a Manks man, and I kept
ay between him and her, for fear she had whistled. And then we
began to drink about, and then I betted he would not drink out a
quartern of Hollands without drawing breath, and then he tried it,
and just then Slounging Jock and Dick Spur'em came in, and we
clinked the darbies on him, took him as quiet as a lamb; and now
he's had his bit sleep out, and is as fresh as a May gowan, to
answer what your honour likes to speir.' This narrative, delivered
with a wonderful quantity of gesture and grimace, received at the
conclusion the thanks and praises which the narrator expected.

'Had he no arms?' asked the Justice.

'Ay, ay, they are never without barkers and slashers.'

'Any papers?'

'This bundle,' delivering a dirty pocket-book.

'Go downstairs then, Mac-Guffog, and be in waiting.' The officer
left the room.

The clink of irons was immediately afterwards heard upon the
stair, and in two or three minutes a man was introduced,
handcuffed and fettered. He was thick, brawny, and muscular, and
although his shagged and grizzled hair marked an age somewhat
advanced, and his stature was rather low, he appeared,