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end for us." "Rest easy on both points," I said, having recovered somewhat of my composure. "I won't peach, and I have no friends within twenty miles." "'S truth?" said the man. "It is quite true," I replied. Whereat they burst into a guffaw, and I knew that I had made another mistake. "He bain't over ripe," said the man on my middle. "True, he was born young," said Job. "Well, now, I'm a gemman, I am, and fair exchange is no robbery, and as I've took a fancy for this 'ere coat, being a trifle newer nor mine, I'll chop with you; me being a trifle older nor you makes all square, I reckon. Bill, what about the breeches?" "To be sure, Job, mine be worn thin; I'll have measter's breeches." "And what's for me?" growled the man at my feet. "There's only the shirt and the boots left," said Job, "for bein' gemmen we can't let him go bare. You take the boots, Topper." And having thus apportioned my habiliments, they proceeded to divest me of boots and breeches, threatening to knock me on the head if I made any resistance. In stripping me they came upon the wallet in which my precious guineas were stowed. Job opened it in a twinkling, and I had the mortification of seeing all the money I possessed divided among these three ruffians. When the exchange of clothing had been effected, I found myself attired in a dirty, greasy coat much too small for me, my arms protruding far beyond the sleeves, a pair of grimy patched leather smalls, that left an inch or two of bare flesh above my stockings, and boots that, rent and battered though they were, cramped my feet terribly. "How we have overgrowed!" quoth Job with a leer. The others laughed; then suddenly the man called Topper looked at Job with a frown and said: "Fair's fair; that there silver crown--I want a bit of that, Job." This set them squabbling, though they kept a wary eye on me all the time. In the end they decided to settle the ownership of the coin by the arbitrament of chance. Job first spun it; Bill called "heads" and lost. At the second spin Topper called "tails," and was about to pocket the crown when I made a suggestion. "Gentlemen," I said, in a conciliatory tone which I ought to have adopted before, "I value that crown piece more highly than all the guineas you have appropriated. 'Tis clear you are sportsmen"--I glanced at the hares that lay on the floor, the booty of their night's depredations. "I make you an offer which as sports
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