In that case I'll help you.

We shall be equally matched.

You're not afraid, Mr.Shoplatch." "Not in the least," replied Shotbolt, creeping beneath the table; "there's my staff.

Am I quite hidden ?" "Not quite;--keep your feet in.

Mind you don't stir till supper's over.
I'll stamp twice when we've done." "I forgot to mention there's a trifling reward for his capture," cried Shotbolt, popping his head from under the cloth.