"Never mind about the change. I don't object to give 20_l._ (handing over the money) for the villain's capture. You can let this good man have the balance," said the gentleman from Liverpool. Boggy, with glistening eye, and with triumphant mien, led the way. I followed with my companion. We passed into and out of several mysterious offices. Our warrant and other papers were scrutinised with tedious minuteness. Boggy seemed at home, and at ease with the minor officials, and to have a becoming veneration for the big-wigs. At length we quitted the head-quarters of the commissary, and our procession looked really formidable as we marched towards the Anglo-American Hotel. There were six gendarmes, a sergeant at their head, Boggy in their rear, and two Englishmen in the rear of the British consul's Frenchman. As we passed along the quay, we observed, not far from the Anglo-American Hotel, and with steam up, ready for her departure, a vessel bound for a distant Atlantic port. "He is going away by dat ship, is he?" chuckled the Frenchman. "See, here he comes," the lively man continued to exclaim. He was quite right. There, at a few yards' distance, was Mr. Abraham Driver, merchant, dealer, and chapman, late of Liverpool, an absconded bankrupt. He was walking coolly down to the quay, smoking his cigar, and about to take his departure in the vessel we had noticed. At a suggestion from Boggy, the sergeant arrested the English bankrupt. The creditor and the debtor exchanged a very few words, not of mutual compliment. "I guess you've made a grand mistake, my good gentleman," said Mr. Driver, with a strong nasal accent (which had never been remarked in Liverpool), as if anxious to supply the evidence of his nationality, and save the trouble of being asked for it. Up to this moment neither the creditor nor I had any idea that he was not an Englishman and a subject of the Queen's. "What do you mean, sir?" asked the sergeant of gendarmes, in tolerably good English. "Why, I guess you know that I am an American citizen; and mind now, I warn, you, sir, not to annoy me for the delight of those confounded Britishers." The officer looked at us. "He is an English bankrupt subject, to the jurisdiction of our laws, and a felon," I observed. "I calculate that's very tall talk, all that, and when you catch me back in that old country of yours you may be all right, I dare say; but I tell you, sir, that if you keep me here till after that ship's gone, you'll have a very pretty penny to pay, that you will, I reckon." "You must come with us to the _maire_," the sergeant said. "Oh, I guess if you say I must, that I must; but here--look--here is my passport. It's all fair and square, you see. Now, mind what you do to an American citizen--that's all I tell you now." The hissing of the steam increased. "Now, I guess," he continued, "that you'll take me first to the consulate of the United States, won't you?" "No, to the _maire_."