'The fellow can ride, and we can't prevent him hunting; and his having nothing only makes him less careful of his neck.' 'Why, that was just what I thought,' replied Lord Scamperdale, taking another tumbler of gin; 'that was just what I thought--the fellow can ride, and we can't prevent him; and just as I settled that in my sleep, I thought I saw him come staring along, with his great brown horse's head in the air, and crash right a-top of old Lablache.

But I see my way clearer with him now.

But help yourself,' continued his lordship, passing the gin-bottle over to Jack, feeling that what he had to say required a little recommendation.

'I think I can turn Frosty's information to some account.' 'I don't see how,' observed Jack, replenishing his glass.
'_I_ do, though,' replied his lordship, adding, 'but I must have your assistance.' 'Well, anything in moderation,' replied Jack, who had had to turn his hand to some very queer jobs occasionally.
'I'll tell you what _I_ think,' observed his lordship.

'I think there are two ways of getting rid of this haughty Philistine--this unclean spirit--this 'bomination of a man.