“Yes,” replied she; “I think I do remember something of the fellow; but you know I seldom converse with people of his station.”
“Hey-day!” cried Joey; “do you know the young man, coptain?”
“Know him?” cried Weazel; “many a time has he filled a glass of Burgundy for me at my Lord Trippett’s table.”
“And what may his neame be, coptain?” said Joey.
“His name!—his name,” replied Weazel, “is Tom Rinser.”
“Wounds!” cried Joey, “a has changed his own neame then! for I’se lay any wager he was christened John Trotter.”
This raised a laugh against the captain, who seemed very much disconcerted; when Isaac broke silence and said, “It was no matter who or what he was, as he had not proved the robber they suspected. They ought to bless God for their narrow escape.”
“Bless God!” said Weazel, “for what? Had he been a highwayman I should have eaten his blood and body before he had robbed me or any one in this diligence.”
“Ha, ha, ha!” cried Miss Jenny; “I believe you will eat all you kill, indeed, captain.”
The usurer was so well pleased at the end of this adventure that he could not refrain from being severe, and took notice that Captain Weazel seemed to be a good Christian, for he had armed himself with patience and resignation, instead of carnal weapons, and worked out his salvation with fear and trembling; whereupon, amidst much laughter, Weazel threatened to cut the Jew’s throat. The usurer, taking hold of this menace, said:—“Gentlemen and ladies, I take you all to witness, that my life is in danger from this bloody-minded officer: have him bound over to the peace.” This second sneer procured another laugh against the captain, who remained crestfallen for the rest of the journey.