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'Name _me_ arbitrator,' muttered Jack, as he again stooped for his napkin.
'Who shall handicap us? Captain Guano, Mr. Lumpleg, or who?' asked Sponge.
'Suppose we say Spraggon?--he says he rode the horse to-day,' replied
Pacey.
'Quite agreeable,' said Sponge.
'Now, Jack!' 'Now, Spraggon!' 'Now, old Solomon!' 'Now, Doctor Wiseman,'
resounded from different parts of the table.
Jack looked solemn; and diving both hands into his breeches' pockets, stuck
out his legs extensively before him.
'Give me money,' said he pompously. They each handed him half a crown; and
Jack added a third for himself. 'Mr. Pacey challenges Mr. Sponge's chestnut
horse, and Mr. Sponge challenges Mr. Pacey's gold watch,' observed Jack
sententiously.
'Come, old Slowman, go on!' exclaimed Guano, adding, 'have you got no
further than that?'
'Hurry no man's cattle,' replied Jack tartly, adding, 'you may keep a
donkey yourself some day.'
'Mr. Pacey challenges Mr. Sponge's chestnut horse,' repeated Jack. 'How old
is the chestnut, Mr.


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