"You are frightened, and think I am a crimp come to steal your sweethearts away.

What! call Peter Brock a double-dealer?
I tell you what, boys, Jack Churchill himself has shaken this hand, and drunk a pot with me: do you think he'd shake hands with a rogue?
Here's Tummas Clodpole has never had beer enough, and here am I will stand treat to him and any other gentleman: am I good enough company for him?
I have money, look you, and like to spend it: what should _I_ be doing dirty actions for--hay, Tummas ?" A satisfactory reply to this query was not, of course, expected by the Corporal nor uttered by Mr.Bullock; and the end of the dispute was, that he and three or four of the rustic bystanders were quite convinced of the good intentions of their new friend, and accompanied him back to the "Bugle," to regale upon the promised beer.

Among the Corporal's guests was one young fellow whose dress would show that he was somewhat better to do in the world than Clodpole and the rest of the sunburnt ragged troop, who were marching towards the alehouse.

This man was the only one of his hearers who, perhaps, was sceptical as to the truth of his stories; but as soon as Bullock accepted the invitation to drink, John Hayes, the carpenter (for such was his name and profession), said, "Well, Thomas, if thou goest, I will go too." "I know thee wilt," said Thomas: "thou'lt goo anywhere Catty Hall is, provided thou canst goo for nothing." "Nay, I have a penny to spend as good as the Corporal here." "A penny to KEEP, you mean: for all your love for the lass at the 'Bugle,' did thee ever spend a shilling in the house?
Thee wouldn't go now, but that I am going too, and the Captain here stands treat." "Come, come, gentlemen, no quarrelling," said Mr.Brock.

"If this pretty fellow will join us, amen say I: there's lots of liquor, and plenty of money to pay the score.