"The same. Greenwood was a good patron of his'n," observed the Buffer; "but that wouldn't have perwented him from jining in along with me." "I remember that Greenwood wanted Tidkins for some business or another nearly a year ago," said the French valet; "and he sent me with a note to him at this very place. He did not, however, come; but I called here a few days afterwards, and heard that he had received the letter." "That was just about the time poor Tidkins was desperately wounded by Crankey Jem," said the Buffer, rather speaking to himself than to his companion; "and circumstances forced him to keep deuced close arterwards. But that's neither here nor there: let's talk on our own business. Leave me to get a proper number of pals; and now answer me a question or two. At what time does Greenwood intend to start?" "At seven o'clock. He means to get to Dover so as to have a few hours' sleep before the packet leaves for Calais." "Then the business mustn't be done this side of Chatham," said the Buffer: "it would be too early. There's a nice lonely part of the road, I remember, between Newington and Sittingbourne, with a chalk pit near, where we can divide the swag, and each toddle off in different directions arterwards. The chaise will reach that place about ten. Now, one more question:—where will the blunt be stowed away?" "Under the seat inside, no doubt," answered Lafleur. "Then I may consider the business agreed upon between us?" "As good as done, almost," said the Buffer. At this moment the conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. The waiter entered, and whispered something to the Buffer. "By God, how fortunate!" ejaculated this individual, his countenance suddenly assuming an expression of the most unfeigned joy. "Show him up—this minute!" The waiter disappeared. "Who is it?" demanded Lafleur. "The very person we are in want of! He has turned up again:—that feller has as many lives as a cat." "But who is it?" repeated Lafleur impatiently. Before the Buffer could answer the question, the door was thrown open, and the Resurrection Man entered the room. ----- Footnote 12: In order to avoid breaking the sense of this song by a constant repetition of those typographical signs which point a reference to foot-notes, we have deemed it best to give a complete glossary:— _Lip us a chant._ Sing us a song. _Mum your dubber._ Keep your mouth shut. _My gropus clinks coppers._ My pocket has got money in it. _Fake the rubber._ Stand treat this time. _Noggin of lightning._ Quartern of gin. _Slacken your glib._ Loosen your tongue. _Cease napping the bib._ Leave off whining. _Precious-rum squeeze at the Spell._ Good evening's work at the theatre. _Yokel._ Countryman. _Forks._ Fingers. _Rum-Tom-Pat._ Clergyman. _Kickseys._ Breeches. _Twitch._ Silk net purse. _Glims._ Spectacles. _Snitch._ Nose. _Hock-dockeys._ Shoes. _Gam-cases._ Stockings. _Parish prig._ Parson.