Now, if your honor is a true friend to Sir Thomas, you'll take a post chaise and start off a little before them upon the Isaas road.

You know that by going before them, they never can suspect that you're followin' them.

I'll remain here to watch their motions, and while you keep before them, I'll keep after them, so that it will be the very sorra if they escape us both.

Whisper, counsellor, your honor--I'm in Sir Thomas's pay.

Isn't that enough?
but I want assistance, and if you're his friend, as you say, you will be guided by me and sarve him." Crackenfudge felt elated; he thought of the magistracy, of his privilege to sit on the bench in all the plenitude of official authority; he reflected that he could commit mendicants, impostors, vagrants, and vagabonds of all descriptions, and that he would be entitled to the solemn and reverential designation of "Your worship." Here, then, was an opening.