Harry is a simple, downright fellow, and though I think he is my better in a broil, yet in discourse I can turn him my own way.

The streets are now quiet, the night, too, is dark, and I may step aside if I meet any rioters.

I will to the smith's, and, securing him for my friend, I care little for old Simon.

St.Ringan bear me well through this night, and I will clip my tongue out ere it shall run my head into such peril again! Yonder old fellow, when his blood was up, looked more like a carver of buff jerkins than a clipper of kid gloves." With these reflections, the puissant Oliver walked swiftly, yet with as little noise as possible, towards the wynd in which the smith, as our readers are aware, had his habitation.

But his evil fortune had not ceased to pursue him.