Unfortunately without company,
George came in contact with some vagrants, who—
When he approach’d—their trade began t’renew:
One of the ruffians, dreadful in his look,
From ’neath his ragged coat a pistol took
And aimed it straight at George’s breast, and said—
“Give us your money or I’ll shoot you dead!”
Poor George, replying to the impulse, drew
His bag and gave it to the fiendish crew
(For there were four surrounded him, so he