He's got a well-oiled tongue of his own, and has perhaps talked over Prendergast into a determination to stand by him.' 'Ve-ry little fear of that,' said Dempster, in a confident tone.
'I'll soon bring him round.

Tryan has got his match.

I've plenty of rods in pickle for Tryan.' At this moment Boots entered the bar, and put a letter into the lawyer's hands, saying, 'There's Trower's man just come into the yard wi' a gig, sir, an' he's brought this here letter.' Mr.Dempster read the letter and said, 'Tell him to turn the gig--I'll be with him in a minute.

Here, run to Gruby's and get this snuff-box filled -- quick!' 'Trower's worse, I suppose; eh, Dempster?
Wants you to alter his will, eh ?' said Mr.Pilgrim.
'Business--business--business--I don't know exactly what,' answered the cautious Dempster, rising deliberately from his chair, thrusting on his low-crowned hat, and walking with a slow but not unsteady step out of the bar.
'I never see Dempster's equal; if I did I'll be shot,' said Mr.
Tomlinson, looking after the lawyer admiringly.

'Why, he's drunk the best part of a bottle o' brandy since here we've been sitting, and I'll bet a guinea, when he's got to Trower's his head'll be as clear as mine.