“Don’t witness nothin’, Sir,” interposed Sam. “Shut your eyes up tight, Sir. I’d pitch him out o’ winder, only he couldn’t fall far enough, ’cause o’ the leads outside.”

“Sam,” said Mr. Pickwick, in an angry voice, as his attendant made various demonstrations of hostilities, “if you say another word, or offer the slightest interference with this person, I discharge you that instant.”

“But, Sir!” said Sam.

“Hold your tongue,” interposed Mr. Pickwick. “Take that hat up again.”