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'Then make yourself scarce, or I'll baptize you in a way you won't like, growled Jack, diving under the bedclothes. 'About the w-h-a-w-t? drawled Jack, as if perfectly ignorant of what Pacey was talking about. 'About the horse, you know about Mr. Sponge's horse, you know that you got me to challenge for you, you know, stammered Pacey.
Pacey is now going to what he calls 'compare' see that he has got his bets booked right; and, throwing his right leg over his cob's neck, he blobs on to the ground; and, leaving the pony to take care of itself, disappears in the crowd. What a hubbub! what roarings, and shoutings, and recognizings! 'Bless my heart! who'd have thought of seeing you? and, 'By jingo! what's sent you here?
Sponge continued, 'was an undeniable good 'un, and he wished Mr. Pacey joy of his bargain. This venture having been so successful, others attempted similar means, appointing Mr. Spraggon the arbitrator. Captain Guano challenged Mr. Fogo's phaeton, while Mr. Fogo retaliated upon the captain's chestnut horse; but the captain did not hold money to the award. Blossomnose challenged Mr.
Puffington passed the wine and gave as a toast 'Success to the handicap. 'Well, at length said Jack, having apparently struck a balance, 'hands in pocket, gen'lemen. If this is an award, Mr. Pacey's gold watch and appurts gives Mr. Sponge's chestnut horse seventy golden sovereigns. Show money, whispered Jack to Pacey, adding, 'I'll stand the shot.
Cock Pheasant at Weybridge, six o'clock i' the mornin'! 'Oh, I assure you, I didn't mean anything of that sort, exclaimed Mr. Pacey, frightened at Jack's vehemence, and the way in which he now foamed at the mouth, and flourished his nightcap about.
'Hurry no man's cattle, replied Jack tartly, adding, 'you may keep a donkey yourself some day. 'Mr. Pacey challenges Mr. Sponge's chestnut horse, repeated Jack. 'How old is the chestnut, Mr. Sponge? added he, addressing himself to our friend. 'Upon my word I hardly know, replied Sponge, 'he's past mark of mouth; but I think a hunter's age has very little to do with his worth.
'I should think so, replied Pacey, with a look of compassion, adding, in an undertone, 'a good deal with your mother, I should think. 'If you could get that horse at a moderate figure, whispered Jack to his neighbour, and squinting his eyes inside out as he spoke, 'he's well worth having.
When young Pacey awoke in the morning he had a very bad headache, and his temples throbbed as if the veins would burst their bounds. The first thing that recalled the actual position of affairs to his mind was feeling under the pillow for his watch: a fruitless search that ended in recalling something of the overnight's proceedings.
'Oh, by Jove! interrupted Jack, dashing his nightcap against the bedpost, 'too late for anything of that sort, sir downright impeachment of one's integrity, sir must be settled another way, sir. 'But, I assure you, you mistake! exclaimed Pacey. 'Rot your mistakes! interrupted Jack; 'there's no mistake in the matter.
Pacey several yards over his head, knocking his head clean through his hat. The brute then began to graze, as if nothing particular had happened. This easy indifference, however, did not extend to the neighbourhood; for no sooner was Mr.
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