Smack at Bob went Mr.Edward's whip." "Mr.Algernon's," Stephen was corrected.
"Mr.Edward's, I tell ye--the cousin.

And right across the face.

My Lord! it made my blood tingle." A sound like the swish of a whip expressed the sentiments of that assemblage at the Pilot.
"Bob swallowed it ?" "What else could he do, the fool?
He had nothing to help him but his hand.

Says he, 'That's a poor way of trying to stop me.

My business is with this gentleman;' and Bob set his horse at Mr.Algernon, and Mrs.
Lovell rode across him with her hand raised; and just at that moment up jogged the old gentleman, Squire Blancove, of Wrexby: and Robert Eccles says to him, 'You might have saved your son something by keeping your word.' It appears according to Bob, that the squire had promised to see his son, and settle matters.