To avoid your farther company, I will take the turn to the left, upon that common; and if you follow me, it shall be at your peril.

Observe, I am well armed; and you will fight at odds." "Not at odds," returned the provoking stranger, "while I have my brown jennet, with which I can ride round and round you at pleasure; and this text, of a handful in length (showing a pistol which he drew from his bosom), which discharges very convincing doctrine on the pressure of a forefinger, and is apt to equalise all odds, as you call them, of youth and strength.

Let there be no strife between us, however--the moor lies before us--choose your path on it--I take the other." "I wish you good night, sir," said Peveril to the stranger.

"I ask your forgiveness, if I have misconstrued you in anything; but the times are perilous, and a man's life may depend on the society in which he travels." "True," said the stranger; "but in your case, the danger is already undergone, and you should seek to counteract it.

You have travelled in my company long enough to devise a handsome branch of the Popish Plot.
How will you look, when you see come forth, in comely folio form, The Narrative of Simon Canter, otherwise called Richard Ganlesse, concerning the horrid Popish Conspiracy for the Murder of the King, and Massacre of all Protestants, as given on oath to the Honourable House of Commons; setting forth, how far Julian Peveril, younger of Martindale Castle, is concerned in carrying on the same----" "How, sir?
What mean you ?" said Peveril, much startled.
"Nay, sir," replied his companion, "do not interrupt my title-page.
Now that Oates and Bedloe have drawn the great prizes, the subordinate discoverers get little but by the sale of their Narrative; and Janeway, Newman, Simmons, and every bookseller of them, will tell you that the title is half the narrative.