You're a magistrate, sir, though only just made.

But you know that coves like me, that have been in trouble, get hold of information which you beaks can't.

And I tell you, sir, there's bad times coming for this country side.

You carry your pistols, sir, and, what's more, YOU USE 'EM.

See here." He opened his shirt, and showed me a long sharp knife inside.
"That's what I carries, sir, in these times, and you ought to carry ditto, and a brace of barkers besides.