"I prithee peace, Foster," said Lambourne, "for I know not how it is, I

have a sort of creeping comes over my skin when I hear the devil quote

Scripture; and besides, man, how couldst thou have the heart to quit

that convenient old religion, which you could slip off or on as easily

as your glove? Do I not remember how you were wont to carry your

conscience to confession, as duly as the month came round? and when thou

hadst it scoured, and burnished, and whitewashed by the priest, thou

wert ever ready for the worst villainy which could be devised, like a

child who is always readiest to rush into the mire when he has got his

Sunday's clean jerkin on."

"Trouble not thyself about my conscience," said Foster; "it is a thing

thou canst not understand, having never had one of thine own. But let

us rather to the point, and say to me, in one word, what is thy business

with me, and what hopes have drawn thee hither?"

"The hope of bettering myself, to be sure," answered Lambourne, "as the

old woman said when she leapt over the bridge at Kingston. Look you,

this purse has all that is left of as round a sum as a man would wish to

carry in his slop-pouch. You are here well established, it would seem,

and, as I think, well befriended, for men talk of thy being under some

special protection--nay, stare not like a pig that is stuck, mon;

thou canst not dance in a net and they not see thee. Now I know such

protection is not purchased for nought; you must have services to render

for it, and in these I propose to help thee."

"But how if I lack no assistance from thee, Mike? I think thy modesty

might suppose that were a case possible."

"That is to say," retorted Lambourne, "that you would engross the

whole work, rather than divide the reward. But be not over-greedy,

Anthony--covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain. Look you,

when the huntsman goes to kill a stag, he takes with him more dogs than

one. He has the stanch lyme-hound to track the wounded buck over hill

and dale, but he hath also the fleet gaze-hound to kill him at view.

Thou art the lyme-hound, I am the gaze-hound; and thy patron will need

the aid of both, and can well afford to requite it. Thou hast deep

sagacity--an unrelenting purpose--a steady, long-breathed malignity of

nature, that surpasses mine. But then, I am the bolder, the quicker, the

more ready, both at action and expedient. Separate, our properties are

not so perfect; but unite them, and we drive the world before us. How

sayest thou--shall we hunt in couples?"




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