“Yarse, I owe him some,” replied Billy; but how much he couldn’t say, not having had Jack’s book lately.
Sir Moses caught at the answer, and the next time Jack offered to back himself, he was down upon him with a “Done!” adding, “I’ll lay you an even pund if you like.”
“With all my heart, Sare Moses Baronet,” replied Jack gaily; adding, “you are de most engagin’, agreeable mans I knows; a perfect beauty vidout de paint.”
Gallon now saw his time was come, and he went at Sir Moses with a “Weell, coom, ar’le lay ye an even foive.”
“Done!” cried the Baronet.
“A tenner, if you loike!” continued Gallon, waxing valiant.
Sir Moses shook his head.
“Get me von vet sponge, get me von vet sponge,” now exclaimed Jack, looking about for the groom.
“Wet sponge! What the deuce do you want with a wet sponge?” demanded Sir Moses with surprise.
“Yet sponge, just damp my knees leetle—make me stick on better,” replied Jack, turning first one knee and then the other out of the saddle to get sponged.