'Here,' said he, 'exchange wid me.

I'll put on your black clothes, and you'll put on my red ones'-- he was dressed like an old soldier--'then I'll take to my scrapers, an' while they are in pursuit of me you can escape to some friend's house, where you may get another dress.

'God knows,' said he, with a grin on him I didn't like, 'it's a poor exchange on my part.

You can play the fool, and cock your cap, without any one to ask you for authority,' says he, 'and if I only marry a wrong couple I may be hanged.

Go off now.' Well, sir, out I walked, dressed in a red coat, military hat, white knee-breeches, and black leggings.