Sir Bingo, in particular, blustered loudly and more loudly, in proportion to the increasing distance betwixt himself and his antagonist, declaring his resolution to be revenged on the scoundrel for his insolence--to drive him from the neighbourhood--and I know not what other menaces of formidable import.

The devil, in the old stories of _diablerie_, was always sure to start up at the elbow of any one who nursed diabolical purposes, and only wanted a little backing from the foul fiend to carry his imaginations into action.

The noble Captain MacTurk had so far this property of his infernal majesty, that the least hint of an approaching quarrel drew him always to the vicinity of the party concerned.

He was now at Sir Bingo's side, and was taking his own view of the matter, in his character of peace-maker.
"By Cot! and it's very exceedingly true, my goot friend, Sir Binco--and as you say, it concerns your honour, and the honour of the place, and credit and character of the whole company, by Cot! that this matter be properly looked after; for, as I think, he laid hands on your body, my excellent goot friend." "Hands, Captain MacTurk!" exclaimed Sir Bingo, in some confusion; "no, blast him--not so bad as that neither--if he had, I should have handed _him_ over the window--but, by -- --, the fellow had the impudence to offer to collar me--I had just stepped back to square at him, when, curse me, the blackguard ran away." "Right, vara right, Sir Bingo," said the Man of Law, "a vara perfect blackguard, a poaching sorning sort of fallow, that I will have scoured out of the country before he be three days aulder.

Fash you your beard nae farther about the matter, Sir Bingo." "By Cot! but I can tell you, Mr.Meiklewham," said the Man of Peace, with great solemnity of visage, "that you are scalding your lips in other folk's kale, and that it is necessary for the credit, and honour, and respect of this company, at the Well of St.Ronan's, that Sir Bingo goes by more competent advice than yours upon the present occasion, Mr.
Meiklewham; for though your counsel may do very well in a small debt court, here, you see, Mr.Meiklewham, is a question of honour, which is not a thing in your line, as I take it." "No, before George! it is not," answered Meiklewham; "e'en take it all to yoursell, Captain, and meikle ye are likely to make on't." "Then," said the Captain, "Sir Binco, I will beg the favour of your company to the smoking room, where we may have a cigar and a glass of gin-twist; and we will consider how the honour of the company must be supported and upholden upon the present conjuncture." The Baronet complied with this invitation, as much, perhaps, in consequence of the medium through which the Captain intended to convey his warlike counsels, as for the pleasure with which he anticipated the result of these counsels themselves.