at (say) 1s. but more if it hapn again. two shillin

Balance due to R.T. One pound eight or value
recd, as per margin.

But the mildest of men will have their whimsies; and for some reason or
other this same trick of the two boats--though designed, as you might
argue, to save him trouble--made Pennefather as mad as a sheep.
He couldn't hear tell of the _Black Joke_ or the _Nonesuch_ but the blood
rushed into his head. He swore to old Dr. Chegwidden that the Covers, by
making him an object of derision, were breaking all bounds of neighbourly
understanding: and at last one day, getting information that Dan'l Leggo
was at Roscoff and loading-up to run a cargo into St. Austell Bay on the
east side of the Blackhead, he so far let his temper get the better of him
as to sit down and warn the Collector at Fowey, telling him the when and
how of the randivoo, and bidding him look out as per description for that
notorious lugger the _Black Joke_.

The letter was scarcely sent before the good soul began to repent. He had
an honest liking for Dan'l Leggo, and would be sorry (even in the way of
duty) to see him in Bodmin Gaol. He believed in Mount's Bay keeping its
troubles to itself; and in short, knowing the Collector at Fowey to be a
pushing fellow, he had passed two days in a proper sweat of remorse, when
to his great relief he ran up against Phoby Geen, that was walking the
pavement with a scowl on his face and both hands deep in his trousers,
he having been told that very morning by Amelia Sanders, and for the
twentieth time of asking, that sooner than marry him she would break
stones on the road.

'Tis a good job, I reckon, that folks in a street can't read one another's
inside. Old Pennefather pulled up in a twitter, tapping his stick on the
pavement. What he wanted to say was, "Your partner, Dan'l Leggo, has a
cargo for St. Austell Bay. He'll get into trouble there, and I'm
responsible for it; but I want you to warn him before 'tis too late."
What he did was to put on a frown, and, said he, "Looky here, Mr. Geen,
I've been wanting to see you or Leggo for some days, to give you fair
notice. I happen to have lost sight of the _Nonesuch_ for some days;
though I conclude, from meeting you, that she's back at Porthleah at her
moorings. But I know the movements of the _Black Joke_, and I've the best
reason to warn you that she had