We counted them by voice . ` Master John Collins pipes : `` The guns for the French carrack must lie here next month . Will , when does your young fool '' -LRB- me , so please you ! -RRB- `` come back from Lunnon ? '' ' `` No odds , '' I heard Ticehurst Will answer . `` Lay 'em just where you 've a mind , Mus ' Collins . We 're all too afraid o ' the Devil to mell with the tower now . '' And the long knave laughed . ' `` Ah ! 't is easy enow for you to raise the Devil , Will , '' says another -- Ralph Hobden of the Forge . ' `` Aaa-men ! '' roars Sebastian , and ere I could hold him , he leaps down the stairs -- won ` erful devilish-like howling no bounds . He had scarce time to lay out for the nearest than they ran . Saints , how they ran ! We heard them pound on the door of the Bell Tavern , and then we ran too . ' `` What 's next ? '' says Sebastian , looping up his cow-tail as he leaped the briars . `` I 've broke honest John 's face . '' ' `` Ride to Sir John Pelham 's , '' I said . `` He is the only one that ever stood by me . ''
` We rode to Brightling , and past Sir John 's lodges , where the keepers would have shot at us for deer-stealers , and we had Sir XXXXX down into his Justice 's chair , and when we had told him our tale and showed him the cow-hide which Sebastian wore still girt about him , he laughed till the tears ran . '
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