I would "blow a cloud with him?" and, upon my
assent--for I thought such an occupation would be the best excuse for
silence--he presented me with a pipe of tobacco, to which dame Brimstone
applied a light, and I soon lent my best endeavours to darken still
further the atmosphere around us.
Mr. Job Jonson then began artfully to turn the conversation away from
me to the elder confederates of his crew; these were all spoken of
under certain singular appellations which might well baffle impertinent
curiosity. The name of one was "the Gimblet," another "Crack Crib," a
third, the "Magician," a fourth, "Cherry coloured Jowl." The tallest of
the present company was called (as I before said) "Spider-shanks," and
the shortest "Fib Fakescrew;" Job himself was honoured by the venerabile
nomen of "Guinea Pig." At last Job explained the cause of my appearance;
viz. his wish to pacify Dawson's conscience by dressing up one of the
pals, whom the sinner could not recognize, as an "autem bawler," and so
obtaining him the benefit of the clergy without endangering the gang
by his confession. This detail was received with great good humour,
and Job, watching his opportunity, soon after rose, and, turning to me,
said,
"Toddle, my bob cull. We must track up the dancers and tout the sinner."
I wanted no other hint to leave my present situation.
"The ruffian cly thee, Guinea Pig, for stashing the lush," said
Spider-shanks, helping himself out of the bowl, which was nearly empty.
"Stash the lush!" cried Mrs. Brimstone, "aye, and toddle off to Ruggins.
Why, you would not be boosing till lightman's in a square crib like
mine, as if you were in a flash panny."
"That's bang up, mort!" cried Fib. "A square crib, indeed! aye, square
as Mr. Newman's courtyard--ding boys on three sides, and the crap on the
fourth!"
This characteristic witticism was received with great applause; and
Jonson, taking a candlestick from the fair fingers of the exasperated
Mrs. Brimstone, the hand thus conveniently released, immediately
transferred itself to Fib's cheeks, with so hearty a concussion, that
it almost brought the rash jester to the ground. Jonson and I lost not
a moment in taking advantage of the confusion this gentle remonstrance
appeared to occasion; but instantly left the room and closed the door.
CHAPTER LXXXIII.
'Tis true that we are in great danger; The greater, therefore, should
our courage be.--Shakspeare.
We proceeded a shor
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