"I wudn’t have doed it, lad; indade and indade I wudn’t, ony they forced me to it; and you didn’t say nought agin them. It be all fair enough, but it do hoort so tarble. That there trick was invented by a better man nor I be, and it be karled ’Abraham Cann’s staylace.’ I’ll show e how to do it, if ever us mates again. Now tak the belt, man, tak it--" he leaped up, and tore it down, with very little respect, "I resigns it over to you; zimth they arl wants you to have it and you be a better man nor deserves it. And I’ll never wrastle no more; Jan Uxtable’s time be over. Give us your hond, old chap. We two never mate again, unless you comes down our wai, and us han’t got a man to bate e, now I be off the play. There be dacent zider and bakkon to Tossil’s Barton Farm. Give us your hond like a man, there be no ill will atween us, for this here little skumdoover." Perhaps he meant skirmish and manoeuvre, all in one. Sam Richardson, slowly recovering, put out his great hand, all white and clammy, and John Huxtable took it tenderly, amid such uproarious cheering, that I expected the tent on our heads. Even Shelfer’s sharp eyes had a drop of moisture in them. As for Beany Dawe, he flung to the winds all dithyrambic gravity, and chanted and danced incoherently, Cassandra and Chorus in one; while Sally Huxtable blotted all her rainbow in heavy drops. Hundreds of pipes were smashed, even the Stoic Shelfer’s, in the rush to get at the farmer; but he parted the crowd right and left, as I might part willow-sprays, and came at once to me. Whether by his aid, or by the sympathies of the multitude, I am sure I cannot tell, but I found myself in a cab, with Sally at my side, and Mrs. Shelfer on the box, and the farmer’s face at the window. "Twenty minutes, Miss, I’ll be there, raddy to go where you plases. It bain’t quite one o’clock yet. I must put myself dacent like, avore I can go with you, Miss; and git the money for the sake of them poor chiller, if so be they Lunnoners be honest enough to pai. Jan Uxtable never come to Lunnon town no more." With thousands of people hurraing, we set off full gallop for Albert Street. CHAPTER XI. At the door we found Mrs. Fletcher just returned from Lady Cranberry’s, and eager to say a great deal which could not now be listened to. Having proved the speed of our horse, I begged the cabman to wait for a quarter of an hour, and then take us to Paddington at any fare he pleased, so long as he drove full gallop. This suited his views very nicely, and knowing Mr. Shelfer, as every one in London does--so at least I am forced to believe--he fain would have kept me ten minutes of the fifteen, to tell of Charley’s knowingness, how he had kept it all dark as could be, you see, Miss, and had won three hundred and twenty-five pounds, without reckoning the odd money, Miss--