part, gossip Arblaster, methinks there is some sense in this young man.

Shall we go hear him, indeed? Say, shall we go hear him?"

"I would look gladly on a pottle of strong ale, good Master Pirret,"

returned Arblaster. "How say ye, Tom? But then the wallet is empty."

"I will pay," said the other--"I will pay. I would fain see this matter

out; I do believe, upon my conscience, there is gold in it."

"Nay, if ye get again to drinking, all is lost!" cried Tom.

"Gossip Arblaster, ye suffer your fellow to have too much liberty,"

returned Master Pirret. "Would ye be led by a hired man? Fy, fy!"

Peace, fellow!" said Arblaster, addressing Tom. "Will ye put your oar

in? Truly a fine pass, when the crew is to correct the skipper!"

Well, then, go your way," said Tom; "I wash my hands of you."

Set him, then, upon his feet," said Master Pirret. "I know a privy

place where we may drink and discourse."

"If I am to walk, my friends, ye must set my feet at liberty," said Dick,

when he had been once more planted upright like a post.

"He saith true," laughed Pirret. "Truly, he could not walk accoutred as

he is. Give it a slit--out with your knife and slit it, gossip."

The Black Arrow