Wouldee had let thee drown." "What, have you changed your mind already, Jem ?" cried Nicholas, in a taunting tone.

"You'll have your grandmother's thanks for the service you've rendered her, lad--ha! ha!" "Fo' t' matter o' two pins ey'd pitch him again," growled Jem, eyeing the attorney askance.
"No, no, Jem," observed Nicholas, "things must take their course.

What's done is done.

But if Master Potts be wise, he'll take himself out of court without delay." "You'll be glad to get me out of court one of these days, squire," muttered Potts, "and so will you too, Master James Device .-- A day of reckoning will come for both--heavy reckoning.

Ugh! ugh!" he added, shivering, "how my teeth chatter!" "Make what haste you can to the Dragon," cried the good-natured squire; "get your clothes dried, and bid John Lawe brew you a pottle of strong sack, swallow it scalding hot, and you'll never look behind you." "Nor before me either," retorted Potts, "Scalding sack! This bloodthirsty squire has a new design upon my life!" "Ey'n go wi' ye to th' Dragon, mester," said Baggiley; "lean o' me." "Thanke'e friend," replied Potts, taking his arm.