"
"That'll do, Timothy," interposed Archer, unwilling, as I thought, that
the secret mysteries of his establishment should be revealed any further
to the profane ears which were gaping round about us--"that'll do for
the present--give Mr. Draw that flip--he's looking at it very angrily, I
see! and then turn in, or you'll be late in the morning; and, by George,
we must be away by four o'clock at latest, for we have all of sixty
miles to make to-morrow, and Tom's fat carcase will try the springs most
consumedly, down hill."
Matters thus settled, in we turned, and--as it seemed to me, within five
minutes, I was awakened by Harry Archer, who stood beside my bed full
dressed, with a candle in his hand.
"Get up," he whispered, "get up, Frank, very quietly; slip on your
great-coat and your slippers--we have a chance to serve Tom out--he's
not awake for once! and Timothy will have the horses ready in five
minutes!"
Up I jumped on the instant, hauled on a rough-frieze pea-jacket, thrust
my unstockinged feet into their contrary slippers, and followed Harry,
on the tips of my toes, along a creaking passage, guided by the
portentous ruckling snorts, which varied the ilk profundity of the fat
man's slumbers.
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