“Yes, it’s very easy,” said Mr. Tupman. “How it hurts one’s shoulder, though. It nearly knocked me backwards. I had no idea these small firearms kicked so.”

“Ah,” said the old gentleman, smiling, “you’ll get used to it in time. Now then⁠—all ready⁠—all right with the barrow there?”

“All right, Sir,” replied Mr. Weller.

“Come along, then.”

“Hold hard, Sir,” said Sam, raising the barrow.

“Aye, aye,” replied Mr. Pickwick; and on they went, as briskly as need be.