There's my thumb upon it.

Come along, master." "I tell 'ee what, landlord," observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted the house, "you've said good-b'ye to your friend." "Odd's me! do you think so ?" cried the host of the Trumpeter.

"I'll run and bring him back.

He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him." "Never mind," said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try.

They'll be back soon enough--or not at all." Mr.Wood and the waterman, meanwhile, proceeded in the direction of St.
Saviour's Stairs.