`` 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 John 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 . ' `` Wel-a-well ! '' he says . `` I 'll see justice done before daylight . What 's your complaint ? Master Collins is my old friend . '' ' `` He 's none of mine , '' I cried . `` When I think how he and his likes have baulked and dozened and cozened me at every turn over the church '' -- and I choked at the thought . ' `` Ah , but ye see now they needed it for another use , '' says he smoothly . ' `` So they did my serpentines , '' Sebastian cries . `` I should be half across the Western Ocean by now if my guns had been ready . But they 're sold to a Scotch pirate by your old friend -- '' ' `` Where 's your proof ? '' says Sir John , stroking his beard . ' `` I broke my shins over them not an hour since , and I heard John give order where they were to be taken , '' says Sebastian . ' `` Words ! Words only , '' says Sir John . `` Master Collins is somewhat of a liar at best . '' ` He carried it so gravely that , for the moment , I thought he was dipped in this secret traffick too , and that there was not an honest ironmaster in Sussex . ' `` Name o ' Reason ! ''
says XXXXX , and raps with his cow-tail on the table , `` whose guns are they , then ? '' '
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