MEMOIRS OF JOSEPH GI
" But what lias our "killing these pigeons to do 'with cutting
" Bless us I" cried Mackintosh, "you are not very bright to-
day ! Don't you see that when the squire comes to hear of it,
he'll he very angry. !N"ow, what can he plainer, if he is very-
angry, as I know he will he, then if you are here, he'll put you
in prison ? Don't you 'stand that. ]$"o, no : what I say is, cut
away at once, and don't stop for hfm to catch you."
" Pooh I" said Bologna, with a contemptuous air, " I see you
know nothing of the law. There's not a squire in all England
who has power to put us in prison, merely because we have
killed your pigeons, although we may not have taken out
" My pigeons !" exclaimed Mackintosh. " Lord help you !
they're none o' mine !—they belong to the squire, and very fond
of them he is, and precious savage he'll be when he finds out
how you have been peppering them. So there I come back again
to what I set out with. If you two lads will take my advice,
now you've got your pigeons, you'll cut away with them."
The remarkable disclosure contained in this little speech
fairly overwhelmed them; they stared at each other in stupid
surprise, which shortly gave way first to anger and then to fear.
They were greatly awed at contemplating the risk which they
had incurred of being " sent to prison;" and after a few words
of angry remonstrance addressed to Mr. Mackintosh, which
that gentleman heard with a degree of composure and philo-
sophy quite curious to behold, they concluded that they had
better act upon his advice, and " cut away" at once.
They lost no time in returning to the inn; and here, while
they were engaged in packing up the "birds," the singular
host got a nice luncheon ready, of which they did not fail to
partake, and then mounting their gig, they bade farewell to him
and his mother, the former of whom at parting appeared sothey walked about the neighbourhood, whichni, in " The Great Devil; or,