Euseby Treen.
“Carnaby said unto me, somewhat tauntingly, ‘The big squat man, that lay upon thy bread-basket like a nightmare, is a punt at last, it seems.’
“‘Punt, and more too,’ answered I. ‘Tarry awhile, and thou shalt see this punt (so let me call it) lead them into temptation, and swamp them or carry them to the gallows; I would not stay else.’”
Sir Thomas.
“And what didst thou, Joseph Carnaby?”
Joseph Carnaby.
“Finding him neither slack nor shy, I readily tarried. We knelt down opposite each other, and said our prayers; and he told me he was now comfortable. ‘The evil one,’ said he, ‘hath enough to mind yonder: he shall not hurt us.’
“Never was a sweeter night, had there been but some mild ale under it, which any one would have sworn it was made for. The milky way looked like a long drift of hail-stones on a sunny ridge.”
Sir Thomas.
“Hast thou done describing?”