Even had you--why, boy, you would be spitted in an instant by this fellow." "And would not that teach you to cease your mad pranks, and use to better purpose the talents God hath given you?
Yours is the better chance, Jack." "Peace!" cried John Law, tears starting to his eyes.

"I'll not argue that.

Driver, turn back for home!" The coachman at the box touched his hat with a puzzled air.

"I beg pardon, sir," said he, "but I was under orders of the gentleman inside." "You were sent for Mr.John Law." "For Mr.Law--" "But I am John Law, sirrah!" "You are both Mr.Law?
Well, sir, I scarce know which of you is the proper Mr.Law.But I must say that here comes a coach drove fast enough, and perhaps this is the gentleman I was to wait for, according to the first Mr.Law, sir." "He is coming, then," cried John Law, angrily.

"I'll see into this pretty meeting.