However,
black or red, he is always well put on. I am sure he looks just out of
a band-box; and I got it all out of one of the men as it's a army
tailor, which he wrote again and again, and sent his bill, and the
captain he took no notice; then the tailor he sent him a writ, and the
captain he took no notice; then the tailor he lawed him, but the
captain he kep' on a taking no more notice nor if it was a dog a
barking, and then a putting all them ere barks one after another in a
letter, and sending them by the post; so the end is, the captain is
arrested; and now he behooves to attend a bit to what is a going on
around an about him, as the saying is, and so he is waiting to pay you
his respects before he starts for Bridewell."
"My fatal advice! I ruin all my friends."
"Keep dark," says he; "don't tell a soul except Miss Fountain."
"Where is he? Oh?"
Jane offered to show her that, and took her to the stable yard.
Arriving with a face full of tender pity and concern, Lucy was not a
little surprised to find the victim smoking cigars in the center of
his smoking captors. The men touched their hats, and Captain Kenealy
said: "Isn't it a boa, Miss Fountain? they won't let me do your little
commission. In London they will go anywhere with a fellaa."
"London ye knows," explained the assistant, "but this here is full of
hins and houts, and folyidge."
"Oh, sir," cried Lucy to the best-dressed captor, "surely you will not
be so cruel as to take a gentleman like Captain Kenealy to prison?"
"Very sorry, marm, but we 'ave no hoption: takes 'em every day; don't
we, Bill?"
Bill nodded.
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