I have had his lawyer, Mr.Chousam, of the great firm of Chousam, Doem, and Co., of Throgmorton Street, at me, who says his lordship will play old gooseberry with us if we don't return him by Saturday.

Pray put on all steam, and look him up.
'Yours in haste, 'H.

SPONGE.
'To W.WAFFLES, Esq.' Mr.Waffles did put on all steam, and so successfully that he ran the horse to ground at our friend Mr.Buckram's.

Though the horse was in the box adjoining the house, Mr.Buckram declared he had sold him to go to 'Hireland'; to what county he really couldn't say, nor to what hunt; all he knew was, the gentleman said he was a 'captin,' and lived in a castle.
Mr.Waffles communicated the intelligence to Sponge, requesting him to do the best he could for him, who reported what his 'best' was in the following letter: 'DEAR WAFFLES, 'My lawyer has seen Chousam, and deuced stiff he says he was.

It seems Bullfrog is indignant at being accused of a "do"; and having got me in the wrong box, by not being able to return the horse as claimed, he meant to work me.