What hast thou been doing with thyself ?" "Ha!" cried our hero, returning the salutation of the stranger, "and is it Long Ned whom I behold?
I am indeed glad to meet you; and I say, my friend, I hope what I heard of you is not true!" "Hist!" said Long Ned, looking round fearfully, and sinking his voice; "never talk of what you hear of gentlemen, except you wish to bring them to their last dying speech and confession.

But come with me, my lad; there is a tavern hard by, and we may as well discuss matters over a pint of wine.

You look cursed seedy, to be sure; but I can tell Bill the waiter--famous fellow, that Bill!--that you are one of my tenants, come to complain of my steward, who has just distrained you for rent, you dog! No wonder you look so worn in the rigging.

Come, follow me.

I can't walk with thee.