'He attempted to rescue the prisoners, and assaulted the officers; so we took him into custody, and brought him here.' 'You did quite right,' replied the magistrate.

'He is evidently a desperate ruffian.' 'He is my servant, Sir,' said Mr.Pickwick angrily.
'Oh! he is your servant, is he ?' said Mr.Nupkins.

'A conspiracy to defeat the ends of justice, and murder its officers.

Pickwick's servant.
Put that down, Mr.Jinks.' Mr.Jinks did so.
'What's your name, fellow ?' thundered Mr.Nupkins.
'Veller,' replied Sam.
'A very good name for the Newgate Calendar,' said Mr.Nupkins.
This was a joke; so Jinks, Grummer, Dubbley, all the specials, and Muzzle, went into fits of laughter of five minutes' duration.
'Put down his name, Mr.Jinks,' said the magistrate.
'Two L's, old feller,' said Sam.
Here an unfortunate special laughed again, whereupon the magistrate threatened to commit him instantly.

It is a dangerous thing to laugh at the wrong man, in these cases.
'Where do you live ?' said the magistrate.
'Vere ever I can,' replied Sam.
'Put down that, Mr.Jinks,' said the magistrate, who was fast rising into a rage.
'Score it under,' said Sam.
'He is a vagabond, Mr.Jinks,' said the magistrate.