Presently he pulls up, all of a sudden, and hollers out, "Where is the sinner; where is the mis'rable sinner ?" Upon which, all the women looked at me, and began to groan as if they was a-dying.

I thought it was rather sing'ler, but howsoever, I says nothing.

Presently he pulls up again, and lookin' wery hard at me, says, "Where is the sinner; where is the mis'rable sinner ?" and all the women groans again, ten times louder than afore.

I got rather savage at this, so I takes a step or two for'ard and says, "My friend," says I, "did you apply that 'ere obserwation to me ?" 'Stead of beggin' my pardon as any gen'l'm'n would ha' done, he got more abusive than ever:--called me a wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath--and all sorts o' names.

So my blood being reg'larly up, I first gave him two or three for himself, and then two or three more to hand over to the man with the red nose, and walked off.