‘What! tired you Spalpeen, and come but a League!’
John now dismounted, and with horror stood;
They’d told him of Banditti in the Wood.
‘O, Teague! dear Teague! as we are only two,
‘If the curst thieves should come, what shall we do?’
‘Thieves! is it thieves you fear, Sir, G—d confound ’em!
‘Teague and your Honour surely can surround ’em;
‘By Ja—s, I would bodder half a score.’}
This check’d John’s fears, who now did him implore}
To get the load upon the Mule once more.}