He wounded all three; two but trifling; but one of them--Chapley, or Capley, I think, was his name--through the lungs, and he died, I heard, abroad.

I saw him killed--'twasn't the last; it was done while you'd count ten.

Mr.Archer came up with a sort of a sneer, pale and angry, and 'twas a clash of the small swords--one, two, three, and a spring like a tiger--and all over.
He was frightful strong; ten times as strong as he looked--all a deception.' 'Well, Sir, there was a Jew came down, offering wagers, not, you see, to gentlemen, Sir, but to poor fellows.

And Mr.Archer put me and Glascock up to bite him, as he said; and he told us to back Strawberry, and we did.

We had that opinion of his judgment and his knowledge--you see, we thought he had ways of finding out these things--that we had no doubt of winning, so we made a wager of twelve pounds.