Having given this direction, and settled with the coachman, Mr. Pickwick and his three friends struck into the footpath across the fields, and walked briskly away, leaving Mr. Weller and the fat boy confronted together for the first time. Sam looked at the fat boy with great astonishment, but without saying a word; and began to stow the luggage rapidly away in the cart, while the fat boy stood quietly by, and seemed to think it a very interesting sort of thing to see Mr. Weller working by himself.
‘ There,’ said Sam, throwing in the last carpet-bag, ‘there they are!’
‘ Yes,’ said the fat boy, in a very satisfied tone, ‘there they are.’
‘ Vell, young twenty stun,’ said Sam, ‘you’re a nice specimen of a prize boy, you are!’
Thank’ee,’ said the fat boy.
‘ You ain’t got nothin’ on you
