'"What's next?" says Sebastian, looping up his cow-tail as he leaped the briars. "I've broke honest John's face."
'"Ride to Sir John Pelham's," I said. "He is the only one that ever stood by me."
'We rode to Brightling, and past Sir John's lodges, where the keepers would have shot at us for deer-stealers, and we had Sir John down into his Justice's chair, and when we had told him our tale and showed him the cow-hide which Sebastian wore still girt about him, he laughed till the tears ran.
'"Wel-a-well!" he says. "I'll see justice done before daylight. What's your complaint? Master Collins is my old friend."
'"He's none of mine," I cried. "When I think how he and his likes have baulked and dozened and cozened me at every turn over the church"——and I choked at the thought.
'"Ah, but ye see now they needed it for another use," says he smoothly.
'"So they did my serpentines," Sebastian cries. "I should be half across the Western Ocean by now if my guns had been ready. But they're sold to a Scotch pirate by your old friend—"
'"Where's your proof?" says Sir John, stroking his beard.
'"I broke my shins over them not an hour since, and I heard John give order where they were to be taken," says Sebastian.
'"Words! Words only," says Sir John. "Master Collins is somewhat of a liar at best."