Give us your honest hand, and bear not malice against your friend and neighbor." "You must have your own way, Mr.Fenton," said Crackenfudge, smiling, or assuming a smile, and still steady as a sleuthhound to his purpose.
"Where now are you bound for, oh, benevolent and humane Crackenfudge ?" "A' was jist thinking of asking this strange fellow--" "Right, O Crackenfudgius! that impostor is a fellow; or if you prefer the reverse of the proposition, that fellow is an impostor.

I have found him out." "A' hard," replied Crackenfudge, "that he and you were on rather intimate terms, and--" "And so as being my companion, you considered him a fellow! Proceed, Crackenfudgius." "No, not at all; a' was thinkin' of makin' his acquaintance, and paying some attention to him; that is, if a' could know who and what he is." "And thou shalt know, my worthy mock magistrate.

I am in a communicative humor to-day, and know thou shalt." "And what may his name be, pray, Mr.Fenton ?" with a peculiar emphasis on the Mr.
"Caution," said Fenton; "don't overdo the thing, I say, otherwise I am silent as the grave.

Heigh-ho! what put that in my head?
Well, sir, you shall know all you wish to know.

In the first place, as to his name--it is Harry Hedles.