"Palmer is the name he goes by, your ladyship," replied Coates, "but it is the fashion with these rascals to have an alias."
"Ha! ha!" said Jack, thrusting the ramrod into his pistol-barrel, "are you there, Mr. Coates? Pay your wager, sir."
"What wager?"
"The hundred we bet that you would take me if ever you had the chance."
"Take you!—it was Dick Turpin I betted to take."
"I am Dick Turpin—that's my alias!" replied Jack.
"Dick Turpin! then I'll have a snap at you at all hazards," cried Coates, springing suddenly towards him.
"And I at you," said Turpin, discharging his pistol right in the face of the rash attorney; "there's a quittance in full."