He seemed to have been drawn up recently from a period of detention in some deep draw-well, and to have the mould of the stones still upon him.
"Why," said I, "of course I will fight, and that gladly, if you will find me a man to fight with !" "I will fight you myself," he said, swelling himself.

"For the end of this candle I will fight half a dozen such Baltic sausages as you be." "Like enough," said I, "all in good time.

But in the mean time show me the stables, that I may put up my master's horses." "What know I about you or your master's horses ?" cried my Lad of Lath; "and pray why should I show the way to Bishop Peter's good stables to every wastrel that comes sneaking in off the street and asks the freedom of our house.

For aught I know you may have come to steal corn.

Though, if that be so, Lord love you, you have come to the wrong place." "Come, stable-master," said I, placably, "let me see a corner and a wisp of straw and I will ease the poor beasts.