‘Why, he told you that Nobody was with him a ſhooting when he killed the Partridge; but he knows, (here he burſt into a Flood of Tears) yes, he knows; for he confeſſed it to me, that Black Jack the Game-keeper was there. Nay, he ſaid,—Yes you did,―deny it if you can, That you would not have confeſt the Truth, thought Maſter had cut you to Pieces.’
At this the Fire flaſhed from Thwackum’s Eyes; and he cried out in Triumph: ‘Oh ho! This is your miſtaken Notion of Honour! This is the Boy who was not to be whipped again!’ But Mr. Allworthy, with a more gentle Aſpect, turned towards the Lad, and ſaid, ‘Is this true, Child? How came you to perſiſt ſo obſtinately in a Falſhood?’
Tom ſaid, ‘He ſcorned a Lie as much as any one; but he thought his Honour engaged him to act as he did; for he had promiſed the poor Fellow to conceal him; which,’ he said, ‘he thought himſelf farther obliged to, as the Game-keeper had begged him not to go into the Gentleman’s Manor, and had at laſt gone himſelf inCom-
