“And now, young gentleman, that our business is over, perhaps you can tell me where the fight is to take place?”
“I am sorry, sir,” said I, “that I can’t inform you, but everybody seems to be anxious about it;” and then I told him what had occurred to me on the road with the alehouse keeper.
“I know him,” said his worship; “he’s a tenant of mine, and a good fellow, somewhat too much in my debt though. But how is this, young gentleman? you look as if you had been walking; you did not come on foot?”
“Yes, sir, I came on foot.”
“On foot! why, it is sixteen miles.”
“I shan’t be tired when I have walked back.”
“You can’t ride, I suppose?”
“Better than I can walk.”
“Then why do you walk?”
“I have frequently to make journeys connected with my profession; sometimes I walk, sometimes I ride, just as the whim takes me.”