I take you to witness the assault, Master Baggiley.

I shall bring my ac--ac--ah--o--o--oh!" "Then you shall have something to bring your ac--ac--action for, rascal," cried Nicholas.

And, seizing the attorney by the nape of the neck with one hand, and the hind wings of his doublet with the other, he cast him to a considerable distance into the river, where he fell with a tremendous splash.
"He is no wizard, at all events," laughed Nicholas, as Potts went down like a lump of lead.
But the attorney was not born to be drowned; at least, at this period of his career.

On rising to the surface, a few seconds after his immersion, he roared lustily for help, but would infallibly have been carried over the weir, if Jem Device had not flung him the rope now disengaged from Nance Redferne, and which he succeeded in catching.

In this way he was dragged out; and as he crept up the bank, with the wet pouring from his apparel, which now clung tightly to his lathy limbs, he was greeted by the jeers of Nicholas.
"How like you the water-ordeal--eh, Master Attorney?
No occasion for a second trial, I think.