'I ain't no victim, unless you was up to a joke with me, sir, just now.

Was that the game ?' Evan informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men.
'Cause it looks like it, sir, to go to offer a poor chap sixpence.' The postillion laughed hollow from the end of his lungs.

'Sixpence for a night's work! It is a joke, if you don't mean it for one.

Why, do you know, sir, I could go--there, I don't care where it is!--I could go before any magistrate livin', and he'd make ye pay.

It's a charge, as custom is, and he'd make ye pay.