H. B. Marriott Watson,
The High Toby
“ Creech grunted."Calypso," says I."Bah!" says he; "mare and sword and all, yourself atop, my young blood.""Would you buy blood for money?" I asked."Faith, yes," he answered; "'tis the fashion of the trade. And you're a pretty hand with the irons. Look at you—you with your fine fancy dress, for all the world like a gentleman in his Majesty's service. Stout muscles, Dick, but small wits behind 'em. What say you? You shall have the trinkets, and the guineas too if you can get 'em. But an you fail we'll have you, by hell, body and soul for twelve months." ”
