"What, with those hands?" said he, looking at them as I took the money;
and then looking at my face, he continued, "I think we have met before,
my lad--I cannot be sure; you know best--I am a Bow Street magistrate."
In a moment, I remembered that he was the very magistrate before whom I
had twice made my appearance. I coloured deeply, and made no reply.
"Well, my lad, I'm not on my bench now, and this sixpence you have
earned honestly. I trust you will continue in the right path. Be
careful--I have sharp eyes." So saying, he rode off.
I never felt more mortified. It was evident that he considered me as
one who was acting a part for unworthy purposes; perhaps one of the
swell mob or a flash pickpocket rusticating until some hue and cry was
over. "Well, well," thought I, as I took up a lump of dirt and rubbed
over my then white hands, "it is my fate to be believed when I deceive,
and to be mistrusted when I am acting honestly;" and I returned to the
bench for my bundle, which--was gone. I stared with astonishment. "Is
it possible?" thought I. "How dishonest people are! Well, I will not
carry another for the present. They might as well have left me my
stick." So thinking, and without any great degree of annoyance at the
loss, I turned from the bench and walked away, I knew not whither. It
was now getting dark, but I quite forgot that it was necessary to look
out for a lodging; the fact is, that I had been completely upset by the
observations of the magistrate, and the theft of my bundle; and, in a
sort of brown study, from which I was occasionally recalled for a moment
by stumbling over various obstructions, I continued my walk on the
pathway until I was two or three miles away from Brentford. I was
within a mile of Hounslow, when I was roused by the groans of some
person, and it being now dark, I looked round, trying to catch by the
ear the direction in which to offer my assistance. They proceeded from
the other side of a hedge, and I crawled through, where I found a man
lying on the ground, covered with blood about the head, and breathing
heavily. I untied his neckcloth, and, as well as I could, examined his
condition. I bound his handkerchief round his head, and perceiving that
the position in which he was lying was very unfavourable, his head and
boulders being much lower than his body, I was dragging the body round
so as to raise those parts, when I heard footsteps and voices. Shortly
after, four people burst through the hedge and surrounded me.
"That is him, I'll swear to it," cried an immense stout man, seizing me;
"that is the other fellow who attacked me, and ran away. He has come to
get off his accomplice, and now we've just nicked them both."
"You are very much mistaken," replied I, "and you have no need to hold
me so tight. I heard the man groan, and I came to his assistance."
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