A Simpleton. Charles Reade Reade

in, and I'll settle it.”

      “All right, sir. Jem, watch the back.”

      “Oh, I shall not try that game with a sharp hand like you, Cartwright.”

      “You had better not, sir,” said Cartwright; but he was softened a little by the compliment.

      When they were alone, Falcon began by saying it was a bad job for him.

      “Why, I thought you was a-going to pay it all in a moment.”

      “I can't; but I have got a friend over the way that could, if she chose. She has always got money, somehow.”

      “Oh, if it is a she, it is all right.”

      “I don't know. She has quarrelled with me; but give me a little time. Here! have a glass of sherry and a biscuit, while I try it on.”

      Having thus muffled Cartwright, this man of the world opened his window and looked out. The crowd had followed the captured dogcart, so he had the street to himself. He beckoned to Phoebe, and after considerable hesitation she opened her window.