Mr. Pawkins, confident in his smartness and in the ignorance
of the simple-minded Canucks, went quietly with the courteous criminal
and his cut-out friend, till, passing the stables, they led him through
a broad gate into the meadow. Then he hesitated.
"The stoled things, leastways some on 'em, 'll be at the foot o' this
yere slope soon's we will; so hurry, old man!" said Sylvanus. Mr.
Pawkins demurred. "Look here, boys," he said, "a joke's a joke, ain't
it? D'ye see, you did, the pair on you, steal aout of the hotel. I
didn't go to say you took anythin' as didn't belong to you. I reckon
your brother had clothes, and money, and books thar, and so, you and him
took 'em aout. Lem me go, boys!"
Sylvanus and Rufus were obdurate. "Boost him, Ben," cried the former:
"we ain't no time ter spend foolin' with the likes o' him."
Mr. Toner raised his boot and said, "One fer Serlizer!" which made the
joker proceed. He had several other ones, before he was run down to the
creek--for Timotheus and Tryphena, and Tryphosa, and Christie Hislop,
and Barney and Biddy Sullivan, and old man Newcome.
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