"P'r'aps he'd like a mug of our mead before he goes, and his men a drop of home-brewed." "Ay, to be sure," cried Shackle.

"Put out the bread and cheese, missus, and I'll go and draw a drink or two.

You'll take something too, won't you, master ?" "Yes; don't mind," said Gurr, "but I'd rather take a tot o' right Nantes or Hollands." "Ay, so would I," said Shackle, with a laugh, as his wife began to bustle about and get knives and plates; "but you've come to the wrong place, master.

I have heared o' people getting a drop from 'em, after they've used their horses and carts, but that's never been my luck; has it, missus ?" "No, never," said Mrs Shackle; and to herself,--"That's quite true." "You are very hospitable," said Archy shortly; "but I've got my duty to do, sir.

It's an unpleasant one, that we must search your place for contraband goods." "Sarch?
Oh, I give you my word, squire, there's nothing here." "We must see about that." "Well, this here arn't werry pleasant, Mr Orficer, seeing as I'm a reg'lar loyal servant of the king.