"Fell, if he had?"
"Why then, I'll certainly volunteer him the aid of my professional skill; and, murder or no murder, I'll bring him off."
"You don't say so, Mr. Affidavy?"
"Botheration, I do. A letter of credit without limit? Who has it? did you save it?"
"No; I gave it pack to him; put I took an inventory of all in his pockets."
"Well, Squire, you're an honour to the profession. Lend me a horse."
"Fy, if I had you put down to the Creen Tree, and you fould promise to keep soper"——
"Tush, I will. But let's be off, and in a hurry. You are a merciful man, Squire Schlachtenschlager—It is a pity this poor friendless young fellow should be hanged for nothing."
"That is, mitout paying nothing to the lawyer? Ho, ho!——Put it toesn't do to laugh by a teadt pody, fen his fader, and moder, and all his friends is feeping and crying. Fat is to pe done mit these Hawks? Can't nopody catch pig Oran? I fill give one pound of mine own money for refard; for, I do afer, he toes give me much trouple. Fell, gentlemen, all is right. Now fill ve all go to the Creen Tree, and ve shall have some prandy to dtrink. Fere is some pody to light mine pipe? A fery padt piece of pusiness, and fery pottersome. I vonder fere they fill pury the young man? Fell, gentlemen, let us pegone."