'
'You've seen my lord too, have you?' said Dennis. 'I see him this
afternoon.'
'My duty called me to the Lobby when our shop shut up; and I saw him
there, sir,' Mr Tappertit replied, as he and his lieutenants took their
seats. 'How do YOU do?'
'Lively, master, lively,' said the fellow. 'Here's a new brother,
regularly put down in black and white by Muster Gashford; a credit to
the cause; one of the stick-at-nothing sort; one arter my own heart.
D'ye see him? Has he got the looks of a man that'll do, do you think?'
he cried, as he slapped Hugh on the back.
'Looks or no looks,' said Hugh, with a drunken flourish of his arm, 'I'm
the man you want. I hate the Papists, every one of 'em. They hate me and
I hate them. They do me all the harm they can, and I'll do them all the
harm I can. Hurrah!'
'Was there ever,' said Dennis, looking round the room, when the echo
of his boisterous voice bad died away; 'was there ever such a game boy!
Why, I mean to say, brothers, that if Muster Gashford had gone a hundred
mile and got together fifty men of the common run, they wouldn't have
been worth this one.'
The greater part of the company implicitly subscribed to this
opinion, and testified their faith in Hugh by nods and looks of great
significance.
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