. "He hath
left his twin brother beyond sea. I know him, and he is a Barbary Ape."

"The rogue is insolent," says B. Pinchin, Esq., clutching tighter at
his tall cane, but turning very white the while. "I must batoon him into
better manners."

"WHAT!" I cried in a great voice, making a step towards him, for my
blood was up. I would but have tweaked the little creature's Ears; but
he, for a surety, thought I had a mind to Murder him. I do aver that he
fell upon his knees, and with most piteous Accents and Protestations
entreated me, for the sake of his Mamma, to spare his life, and he would
give me all I asked.

I was quite bewildered, and turning towards the Parson, asked if his
master was Mad; to which he made answer with some Heat, that he was no
Master of his, but his Honoured Friend and Gracious Patron; whereupon
the little Spark must go up to him, whimpering and cuddling about him,
and beseeching him to save him from the Tall Rogue, meaning me.

"Body o' me, man," I exclaimed, scarcely able to keep from laughing, "I
mean you no harm. I am a young Englishman, lately come from the
Plantations, and seeking employment. I see you struggling yonder, and
likely to give up the ghost, and I pull you out; and then you call me
Rogue and charge me with striking of you. Was it cramp or cowardice that
made you bawl so? Give me something to drink better manners to you, and
I will leave you and this reverend gentleman alone."

The Parson bowed his head with a pleased look when I called him Reverend
and a Gentleman, and, in an under-tone, told his Patron that I was a
civilly behaved youth, after all. But the Poltroon with the white wig
was not out of his Pother yet. He had risen to his feet with a patch of
sand on each knee, and as the Chaplain wiped it off with a kerchief, he
blubbered out that I wanted to rob him.

The Clergyman whispered in his ear--perhaps that I was a Dangerous
looking Fellow, and might lose my temper anon to some tune: for my
Whippersnapper approaches me, and, in a manner Civil enough, tells me
that he is much obliged for what I had done for him. "And you will take
this," says he. I will be shot if he did not give me an English groat.

"You can readily get English coin changed in the town," he observed with
a smirk, as in sheer bewilderment I gazed upon this paltry doit.

I was desperately minded to Fling it at him, knock him and the Chaplain
down, and leave the precious pair to pick themselves up aga