The pedler lingered to hear no further; and the quick ear of the lawyer, as he returned into the hall, distinguished the rumbling motion of his cart hurrying down the road.

But he had scarcely reseated himself and resumed his glass, before Bunce also reappeared.
"Why, man, I thought you were off.

You burn daylight; though they do say, those whom water won't drown, rope must hang." "There is some risk, lawyer, to be sure; but when I recollected this box, which you see is a fine one, though they have disfigured it, I thought I should have time enough to take it with me, and anything that might be lying about;" looking around the apartment as he spoke, and gathering up a few fragments which had escaped the general notice.
"Begone, fool!" exclaimed the lawyer, impatiently.

"They are upon you--they come--fly for your life, you dog--I hear their voices." "I'm off, lawyer"-- and looking once behind him as he hurried off, the pedler passed from the rear of the building as those who sought him re-entered in front.
"The blood's in him--the Yankee will be Yankee still," was the muttered speech of the lawyer, as he prepared to encounter the returning rioters..