CHAPTER XI.
We descry the Waggon--get into it--arrive at an inn--our Fellow Travellers described--a Mistake is committed by Strap, which produces strange things We travelled half-a-mile without exchanging one word; my thoughts being engrossed by the knavery of the world, to which I must be daily exposed, and the contemplation of my finances, which began sensibly to diminish.
At length, Strap, who could hold no longer, addressed me thus: "Well, fools and their money are soon parted.

If my advice had been taken, that old skin-flint should have been d--n'd before he had got more than the third of his demand.

'Tis a sure sign you came easily by your money, when you squander it away in this manner.

Ah! God help you, how many bristly beards must I have mowed before I earned four shillings and threepence-halfpenny, which is all thrown to the dogs! How many days have I sat weaving hair till my toes were numbed by the cold, my fingers cramped, and my nose as blue as the sign of the periwig that hung over the door! What the devil was you afraid of?
I would have engaged to box with any one of those fellows who came in for a guinea--I'm sure--I have beat stouter men than either of them." And, indeed, my companion would have fought anybody when his life was in no danger; but he had a mortal aversion to fire-arms and all instruments of death.

In order to appease him, I assured him no part of this extraordinary expense should fall upon his shoulders; at which declaration he was affronted, and told me he would have me to know that, although he was a poor barber's boy, yet he had a soul to spend big money with the best squire of the land.
Having walked all day at a great pace, without halting for a refreshment, we descried, toward the evening, to our inexpressible joy, the waggon about a quarter of a mile before us; and, by that time we reached it, were both of us so weary that I verily believe it would have been impracticable for us to have walked one mile farther.