Who kens, keep us all, but ye may be Buonaparte himself in disguise, come over in a flat-bottomed boat to spy the nakedness of the land.

So ye may just rest content, and keep your quarters good till the morn's morning." It was a wonderful business, and enough to happen to a man in the course of his lifetime, to find Mounseer from Paris in his coal-neuk, and have the enemy of his country snug under lock and key; so, while he kept rampauging, fuffing, stamping, and _diabbling_ away, I went in and brought out Benjie, with a blanket rowed round him, and my journeyman, Tommy Staytape--who, being an orphan, I made a kind of parlour-boarder of, he sleeping on a shake-down beyond the kitchen fire--to hold a consultation, and be witness of the transaction.
I got my musket, and Tommy Staytape armed himself with the goose--a deadly weapon, whoever may get a clour with it--and Benjie took the poker in one hand, and the tongs in the other; and out we all marched briskly, to make the Frenchman, that was locked up from the light of day in the coal-house, surrender.

After hearkening at the door for a while, and finding all quiet, we gave a knock to rouse him up, and see if we could bring any thing out of him by speering cross-questions.

Tommy and Benjie trembled from top to toe, like aspen leaves, but fient a word could we make common sense of at all.

I wonder who educates these foreign creatures?
it was in vain to follow him, for he just gab-gabbled away, like one of the stone masons at the Tower of Babel.