'I saw him in London last night.' 'He's, for ever, here one hour, and there the next,' returned old John, after the usual pause to get the question in his mind.

'Sometimes he walks, and sometimes runs.

He's known along the road by everybody, and sometimes comes here in a cart or chaise, and sometimes riding double.
He comes and goes, through wind, rain, snow, and hail, and on the darkest nights.

Nothing hurts HIM.' 'He goes often to the Warren, does he not ?' said the guest carelessly.
'I seem to remember his mother telling me something to that effect yesterday.

But I was not attending to the good woman much.' 'You're right, sir,' John made answer, 'he does.