the heap of silver with one hand, whilst he pocketed
the guinea with the other. The thimble-engro
stood, for some time, like one transfixed, his eyes
glaring wildly, now at the table, and now at his successful
customers; at last he said, “Arrah, sure, master!—
no, I manes my lord—you are not going to
ruin a poor boy!” “Ruin you!” sail
the other; “what! by winning a guinea’s
change? a pretty small dodger you—if you
have not sufficient capital, why do you engage in
so deep a trade as thimbling? come, will you stand
another game?” “Och, sure, master, no!
the twenty shillings and one which you have cheated
me of were all I had in the world.” “Cheated
you,” said Jack, “say that again, and I
will knock you down.” “Arrah! sure,
master, you knows that the pea under the thimble was
not mine; here is mine, master; now give me back my
money.” “A likely thing,” said
Jack; “no, no, I know a trick worth two or three
of that; whether the pea was yours or mine, you will
never have your twenty shillings and one again; and
if I have ruined you, all the better; I’d gladly
ruin all such villains as you, who ruin poor men with
your dirty tricks, whom you would knock down and rob
on the road, if you had but courage; not that I mean
to keep your shillings, with the exception of the two
you cheated from me, which I’ll keep.
A scramble, boys! a scramble!” said he, flinging
up all the silver into the air, with the exception
of the two shillings; and a scramble there instantly
was, between the rustics who had lost their money
and the urchins who came running up; the poor thimble-engro
tried likewise to have his share; and though he flung
himself down, in order to join more effectually in
the scramble, he was unable to obtain a single sixpence;
and having in his rage given some of his fellow-scramblers
a cuff or two, he was set upon by the boys and country
fellows, and compelled to make an inglorious retreat
with his table, which had been flung down in the scuffle,
and had one of its legs broken. As he retired,
the rabble hooted, and Jack, holding up in derision
the pea with which he had outmanoeuvred him, exclaimed,
“I always carry this in my pocket in order to
be a match for vagabonds like you.”
The tumult over, Jack gone, and the rabble dispersed,
I followed the discomfited adventurer at a distance,
who, leaving the town, went slowly on, carrying his
dilapidated piece of furniture; till coming to an
old wall by the roadside, he placed it on the ground,
and sat down, seemingly in deep despondency, holding
his thumb to his mouth. Going nearly up to him,
I stood still, whereupon he looked up, and perceiving
I was looking steadfastly at him, he said, in an angry
tone, “Arrah! what for are you staring at me
so? By my shoul, I think you are one of the thaives
who are after robbing me. I think I saw you
among them, and if I were only sure of it, I would
take the liberty of trying to give you a big bating.”
“You have had enough of trying to give people