But no great rogue being forthcoming he had to look round for the next best substitute, a great fool,--and one of these he found immediately, riding exactly the way he wished.

Him he subpoenaed immediately, and found to do his work better even than a good rogue would have done.

We shall see how poor Charles Hawker, pricking along through the forest, getting every moment further from danger and mischief, met a man charging along the road, full speed, who instantly pulled up and spoke to him.
This was the consummate fool, sent of the Devil, whom I have mentioned above.

We have seen him before.

He was the longest, brownest, stupidest of the Hawbuck family.