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Book, page 160 / 300 goes to him that made the discovery; that's what that man is after, for he's an informer.' 'I should not have thought, from what I see of you,' said Lord Colambre, smiling, 'that you, Larry, would have offered an informer a lift.' 'Oh, plase your honour!' said Larry, smiling archly, 'would not I give the laws a lift, when in my power?' Scarcely had he uttered these words, and scarcely was the informer out of sight, when across the same bog, and over the ditch, came another man, a half kind of gentleman, with a red silk handkerchief about his neck, and a silver-handled whip in his hand. 'Did you see any man pass the road, friend?' said he to the postillion. 'Oh! who would I see? or why would I tell?' replied Larry, in a sulky tone. 'Came, come, be smart!' said the man with the silver whip, offering to put half a crown into the postillion's hand; 'point me which way he took.' 'I'll have none a' your silver! don't touch me with it!' said Larry. 'But, if you'll take my advice, you'll strike across back, and follow the fields, out to Killogenesawee.' The exciseman set out again immediately, in an opposite direction to that which the man who carried the still had taken. Lord Colambre now perceived that the pretended informer had been running off to conceal a still of his own. 'The gauger, plase your honour,' said Larry, looking back at Lord Colambre; 'the gauger is a STILL-HUNTING!' 'And you put him on a wrong scent!' said Lord Colambre.
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