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And doubtless it was this outbreak, or rather the suspicion of me which it sowed in Smith's mind, that occasioned the sequel of our adventure; for when he had cursed me for a fool and had put on his cloak, being now ready to go out, he seemed to be in two minds about it; as if he dared neither leave me where I was, lest I should communicate with Sir John, nor take me with him on his immediate errand. More than once he went to the door, and eying me askance and sourly, came back; but in the end and after standing a while irresolute, biting his nails, he made up his mind, and curtly bade me follow him.
"Do you think that I am to saddle for you, you whelp? " he cried. "Be stirring! and have a care, or I shall bore that hole in you yet. Take that bag and go before me. By G -- -- , I wish you were at the bottom of the nearest horse-pond!"