Seeing that one of my creatures was foundered, I had to leave the goods, and drive the other here without them." The pedler had told the truth in part only.

One of his horses had indeed struck lame, but he had made out to bring him to the village with all his wares; and this fact, as in those regions of question and inquiry was most likely to be the case, had already taken wind.
"Now, look ye, Bunce, do you take me for a blear-eyed mole, that never seed the light of a man's eyes ?" inquired Blundell, closely approaching the beset tradesman, and taking him leisurely by the neck.

"Do you want to take a summerset through that window, old fellow, that you try to stuff us with such tough stories?
If you do, I _rether_ reckon you can do it without much difficulty." Thus speaking, and turning to some of those around him, he gave directions which imparted to the limbs of the pedler a continuous and crazy motion, that made his teeth chatter.
"Hark ye, boys, jist step out, and bring in the cart of Jared Bunce, wheels and all, if so be that the body won't come off easily.

We'll see for ourselves." It was now the pedler's turn for speech; and, forgetting the precise predicament in which he personally stood, and only solicitous to save his chattels from the fate which he plainly saw awaited them, his expostulations and entreaties were rapid and energetic.
"Now, colonel--gentlemen--my good friends--to-morrow or the next day you shall see them all--I'll go with you to your plantation--" "No, thank ye.

I want none of your company--and, look ye, if you know when you're well off, don't undertake to call me your friend.