halting short, took up the brown jug, without ceremony or preface, and emptied it at a draught.
The Corporal stared—the Corporal frowned; but before—for he was somewhat slow of speech—he had time to vent his displeasure, the stranger, wiping his mouth across his sleeve, said, in rather a civil and apologetic tone,
"I beg pardon, gentlemen. I have had a long march of it, and very tired I am."
"Humph! march," said the Corporal a little appeased, "Not in his Majesty's service—eh?"
"Not now," answered the Traveller; then, turning round to Dealtry, he said: "Are you landlord here?"
"At your service," said Peter, with the indifference of a man well to do, and not ambitious of halfpence.
"Come, then, quick—budge," said the Traveller, tapping him on the back: "bring more glasses—another jug of the October; and any thing or every thing your larder is able to produce—d'ye hear?"
Peter, by no means pleased with the briskness of this address, eyed the dusty and way-worn
