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 he gone into his room, but the drawer asked him. What will you have to drink, ſir? What you will, ſays George. The maſter of the inn came into his room before ſupper: aſked him, What will you have for ſupper, ſir? What you will, Landlord, ſays George. Now, after, ſupper being ended, and a hearty bowl to put all over, George went to bed, and got up pretty early in the morning, called for the boy to make ready his horſe in all haſte, for he deſigned to mount him, and go directly: ſo in a ſhort time went into the ſtable where the boy was, calling for his horſe, and mounted him with all the ſpeed he could, giving the boy a piece of money, ſaying, Here my boy, this is for your taking care of my horſe; I have paid for all I called for in the houſe; and off he goes. Now, about mid-day he alighted again at an inn to refreſh himſelf and his horſe, and there he chanced to be in company with his other landlord where he was the night before, and charged him with the double reckoning; ſo George addreſſed himſelf to him, after this manner: Sir, ſays George, I do believe I was in your houſe yeſternight. O yes, ſir, I mind of you very well; and where was you laſt night? Laſt night! ſays George, I was in one of the fineſt inns, and the civileſt landlords ever I had in my life ; they brought all things I ſtood in need of unto me without calling for it, and when I came off this morning, they charged me nothing, and I paid nothing but ſixpence to the boy for dreſſing my horſe. Blood and wounds! ſays the old fellow, then I'll go there this right. Aye, ſays George do; and mind this, when they ask you what will you have for yourſelf and horſe, anſwer nothing but what you will ſir. Now George ſmiled within himself to think how he got the one extortioner to take amends of the other. So the foreſaid inn keeper rode that night until many people of the inn were gone to bed before he came in. No ſooner had he alighted from his horſe, than the boy aſked him, what ſhall I give to your horſe, maſter? To which he anſwered, what you will boy. The boy hearing this, run away, (leaving him and his horſe to ſtand at the door) up ſtairs to his maſter's room, crying, maſter, maſter, what you will is come again. O the rogue, cries, he where is he? I'll cane him: I'll what you will him bye and bye, and to him he runs with his cane, licks him and kicks him, until he was ſcarce able to mount his horſe and would give him no encouragement there, which cauſed him to ride the