“Yes!”
“And the plum coloured coat?”
“Yes, yes—you know.”
“You want to know where I landed him?”
“Of course, I do. I asked you that.”
“Then find out, spooney.”
“I tell you what,” cried the spy. “If I wasn’t busy, I’d have you taken before your betters.”
“They are no acquaintances of yours, I should say,” replied the waterman.
“Do you see this?” cried the infuriated spy, as he produced a small staff with a gilt-crown on the top of it. “Do you see this, fellow?”
“Yes!”