and most enormous cuffs to his coat, and had a lantern in one hand, and a huge blunderbuss in the other, which he was going to stow away in his little arm–chest. "ARE you going to get in, Jack Martin?" said the guard, holding the lantern to my uncle's face. '"Hollo!" said my uncle, falling back a step or two. "That's familiar!" '"It's so on the way–bill," said the guard. '"Isn't there a 'Mister' before
