Hawkins. Well, I don't care, I will be paid for it. Come, Bentley, give me your squirrel, and I'll think no more about it.
Bentley. A likely matter.
Hawkins. Well, then, I am resolved you shall pay me.
Bentley. Very well, I will pay you in the manner I mentioned.
Hawkins. Don't you believe it: if you
can't pay me now, I will take the Squirrel.
He then snatched me from him, and carried me down stairs, where he met a boy named Lively, to whom he showed me; and both walking up to a bench that was placed under the study window, where Mr. Clarkson generally was, Hawkins began the conversation which will be related in the next chapter.
CHAPTER VII.
Hawkins. I told you I should get it. Poor Bentley!