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could assume, if he would give them a lift as far as Isleworth.” “Ts that “Jump up,” said the man. your boy !” “Yes; he’s my boy,” replied Sikes, looking hard at Oliver, and putting his hand abstractedly into the pocket where the pistol was. “Your father walks rather too quick for you; don’t he, my man?” inquired the driver, seeing that Oliver was out of breath. * Not a bit of it,” replied Sikes, intering. “He’s used to it. Here, take old of my hand, Ned. In with you!” Thus addressing Oliver, he helped him into the cart; and the driver, pointing to a heap of sacks, told him to lie down there, and rest himself. As they passed the different milestones, Oliver wondered more and more where his companion meant to take him. Kensington, Hammersmith, Chiswick, Kew Bridge, Brentford, were all passed; and yet they kept on as steadily as if they had only begun their journey. At length the came to a public-house called the Coach and Horses, a little way beyond which, another road appeared to turn off. And here the cart stopped. Sikes dismounted with great precipitation, holding Oliver by the hand all the while ; and, lifting him down directly, bestowed a furious look upon him, and rapped the side-pocket with his fist in a very significant manner. (6 Good-bye, boy!" said the man. “He’s sulky,” replied Sikes, giving him a shake; “he’s sulky,—a young dog! Don’t mind him.” “Not I!" rejoined the other, getting into his cart. " It’s a fine day, after all.” And he drove away. Sikes waited till he had fairly gone, and then, telling Oliver he might look about him if he wanted, once again led him forward on his journey. They turned round to the left a short way past the public-house, and then taking a right-hand road, walked on for a long time, passing many large gardens and gentlemen’s houses on both sides of the way, and at length crossing a little bridge which led them into T'wickenham ; from which town they still walked on beer, until they reached another town, in which, against the wall of a house, Oliver “Hampton.” Turning round by a publichouse which bore the sign of the Red Lion, they kept on by the river side for a short distance, and then Sikes, striking off into a narrow street, walked straight to an old public-house with a defaced signboard, and ordered some dinner by the kitchen-fire. The kitchen was an old low-roofed room, with a great beam across the middle of the ceiling, and benches with high backs to them by the fire, on which were seated several rough men in smock-frocks, drinking and smoking. ‘They took no notice of Oliver, and very little of Sikes ; and, as Sikes took very little notice of them, he and his young comrade sat in a corner by themselves, without being much troubled by the company. _ | They had some cold meat for dinner, and sat here so long after it, while Mr. | Sikes indulged himself with three or four pipes, that Oliver began to fee] quite certain they were not going any further. Being much tired with the walk and getting up so early, he dozed a little at first ; and then, quite overpowered by fatigue (and the fumes of the tobacco, fell fast asleep. It was quite dark when he was awakened by a push from Sikes. ae himself sufficiently to sit up and loo about him, he found that worthy in close fellowship and communication with a labouring man, over a pint of ale. “So, you’re going on to Lower Halliford, are you?" inquired Sikes. c Yes, I am,” replied the man, who seemed a little the worse—or better, as "the case might be—for drinking; “ and not slow about it either. My horse hasn’t got a load behind him going back, as he had coming up in the mornin’, and he won’t be long a-doing of it. THere’s luck tohim! Ecod, he’s a good "un !” “Could you give my boy and me a lift , as far as there!" demanded Sikes, push| ing the ale towards his new friend. “If you re going directly, I can,” replied the man, looking out of the pot. “ Are you going to Halliford ?” “Going on to Shepperton,” replied Sikes. “I’m your man as far as I go,” replied the other. ‘Is all paid, Becky?" “ Yes, the other gentleman’s paid,” replied the girl. “Tsay!” said the man with tipsy gravity; “that won’t do, you know.” | Why not?’ rejoined Sikes. “ You’re a-going to accommodate us, and wot’s to prevent my standing treat for a pint or | so, in return ?” The stranger reflected upon this argument with a very profound face, and, hav
