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? ? ? ? "Oh, you don't understand, Jim; a coat of arms is very different."

? ? ? ? "Well," I says, "Jim's right, anyway, when he says he hain't got no coat of arms, because he hain't."

? ? ? ? "I reckon I knowed that," Tom says, "but you bet he'll have one before he goes out of this- because he's going out right, and there ain't going to be no flaws in his record."

? ? ? ? So whilst me and Jim filed away at the pens on a brickbat apiece, Jim a making his'n out of the brass and I making mine out of the spoon, Tom set to work to think out the coat of arms. By-and-by he said he'd struck so many good ones he didn't hardly know which to take, but there was one which he reckoned he'd decide on. He says:

? ? ? ? "On the scutcheon we'll have a bend or in the dexter base, a saltire murrey in the fess, with a dog, couchant, for common charge, and under his foot a chain embattled, for slavery, with a chevron vert in a chief engrailed, and three invected lines on a field azure, with the nombril points rampant on a dancette indented; crest, a runaway nigger, sable, with his bundle over his shoulder on a bar sinister: and a couple of gules for supporters, which is you and me; motto, Maggiore fretta, minore atto.


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