"I understand, sir; and I always goes with the gemman who behaves most like a gemman."
Here a loud halloo was heard close by the horses' heads. "Good Heavens, if that is a footpad!" said Mr. Spencer, shaking violently.
"Lord, sir, I have my barkers with me. Who's there?" The barouche stopped—a man came to the window. "Excuse me, sir," said the stranger; "but there is a poor boy here so tired and ill that I fear he will never reach the next town, unless you will koindly give him a lift."
"A poor boy!" said Mr. Spencer, poking his head over the head of Mr.
Sharp. "Where?"
"If you would just drop him at the King's Awrms it would be a chaurity," said the man.
Sharp pinched Mr. Spencer in his shoulder. "That's Dashing Jerry; I'll get out." So saying, he opened the door, jumped into the road, and presently reappeared with the lost and welcome Sidney in his arms. "Ben't this the boy?" he whispered to Mr. Spencer; and, taking the lamp from the carriage, he raised it to the child's face.
"It is! it is! God be thanked!" exclaimed the worthy man.
"Will you leave him at the King's Awrms?—we shall be there in an hour or two," cried the Captain.
"We! Who's we?" said Sharp, gruffly. "Why, myself and the choild's brother."
"Oh!" said Sharp, raising the lantern to his own face; "you knows me, I think, Master Jerry? Let me kitch you again, that's all. And give my compliments to your 'sociate, and say, if he prosecutes this here hurchin any more, we'll settle his bizness for him; and so take a hint and make yourself scarce, old boy!"