Lewis hauled and pulled the map on one side and Frog and I on t'other, till we had like to have tore the parchment to pieces.

At last Lewis pulled out a pair of great tailor's shears and clipt a corner for himself, which he said was a manor that lay convenient for him, and left Frog and me the rest to dispose of as we pleased.

We were overjoyed to think Lewis was contented with so little, not smelling what was at the bottom of the plot.

There happened, indeed, an incident that gave us some disturbance.

A cunning fellow, one of my servants, two days after, peeping through the keyhole, observed that old Lewis had stole away our part of the map, and saw him fiddling and turning the map from one corner to the other, trying to join the two pieces together again.