But I took little heed of them, looking in dull wonderment at John Fry, and Smiler, and the blunderbuss, and Peggy.

John Fry was scratching his head, I could see, and getting blue in the face, by the light from Cop's parlour-window, and going to and fro upon Smiler, as if he were hard set with it.

And all the time he was looking briskly from my eyes to the fist I was clenching, and methought he tried to wink at me in a covert manner; and then Peggy whisked her tail.
'Shall I fight, John ?' I said at last; 'I would an you had not come, John.' 'Chraist's will be done; I zim thee had better faight, Jan,' he answered, in a whisper, through the gridiron of the gate; 'there be a dale of faighting avore thee.

Best wai to begin gude taime laike.

Wull the geatman latt me in, to zee as thee hast vair plai, lad ?' He looked doubtfully down at the colour of his cowskin boots, and the mire upon the horses, for the sloughs were exceedingly mucky.