"And as I observe that you wear neither sword nor pistols, and as jack boots and a fine tight-buttoned riding coat are not the easiest clothes to wrestle in, it appears just possible that I might win the cause." "And when you've thrown me, what then ?" "Oh, I would just draw a rope around you and yonder cask of Jamaica, and leave you to read your stolen book in peace until Saunderson (that's the overseer, and he's none so bad if he was born in Fife) shall come.

You can have it out with him; or maybe he'll hale you before the man that owns the store.

I hear they expect him home." Haward laughed, and abstracting another bottle from the shelf broke its neck.

"Hand me yonder cup," he said easily, "and we'll drink to his home-coming.

Good fellow, I am Mr.Marmaduke Haward, and I am glad to find so honest a man in a place of no small trust.