It was only the other day I was thinking of calling in a constable for my own protection, for I thought my pit would have been torn down by them.' Scarcely knowing what to say, I made an observation at random.

'You show, by your own conduct,' said I, 'that there are other things worth following besides dog-fighting.

You practise rat-catching and badger- baiting as well.' The dog-fancier eyed me with supreme contempt.
'Your friend here,' said he, 'might well call you a new one.

When I talks of dog-fighting, I of course means rat-catching, and badger-baiting, ay, and bull-baiting too, just as when I speaks religiously, when I says one I means not one but three.

And talking of religion puts me in mind that I have something else to do besides chaffing here, having a batch of dogs to send off by this night's packet to the Pope of Rome.' But at last I had seen enough of what London had to show, whether strange or commonplace, so at least I thought, and I ceased to accompany my friend in his rambles about town, and to partake of his adventures.