The String of Pearls (1850), p. 693

"I say we won't shake hands. I'm willing enough that we should part, but as for the shaking hands, I won't do it; and I'm quite willing to pull in to the stairs."
As he spoke he inclined the head of the boat to a little landing-place, where a few wherries were moored.

CHAPTER CLXIII.
TODD, AS HE THINKS, BIDS ENGLAND ADIEU FOR EVER.

"Bill White," said Todd.
"Well, what now?" said the boy, in a sulky tone.
Todd pointed to the pistol, and merely uttered the one word—"Remember!" and then, with a horrible misgiving at his heart, he let the lad pull into the landing-place. Some half-dozen lazy-looking fellows were smoking their pipes upon the dirty beach, and Todd, concealing the pistol within his capacious cuff, sprang on the shore. He turned and looked at the boy, who slowly pushed off, and gained the deep water again.
"He is afraid," thought Todd, "he is afraid, and will be too glad to get away and say nothing."
Bill White's actions were now not a little curious, and they soon attracted the observation of all the idlers on the beach, and put Todd in a perfect agony of apprehension. When the boy was about half a dozen boats length from the shore, he shipped one of his oars, and then, with his disengaged hand, he lifted from the bottom ol the boat an old saucepan which he held up in an odd, dodging kind of way before his face, with an evident idea that if Todd fired the pistol at him, he could interrupt the bullet in that way. Then, in a loud clear voice, he cried—
''Hilloa! Don't have anything to do with that Mr. Smith. He has been threatening to shoot me, and he has got a pistol in his hand. He s a bad;un, he is. Take him up! That's the best thing you can do. He's well-nigh as bad as old Todd the murderer of Fleet Street, that they can't catch, take him up, I advises you. Blaze away, old curmudgeon."
"Todd's rage was excessive, but he thought that the best plan would be to try to laugh the thing over, and with a hideous affectation of mirth, he cried out—
"Good by, Bill-good-by. Remember me to your father, and tell him all the joke.:
"It wasn't a joke," Said Bill White.

"Ha! ha!' laughed Todd. "Well—well. I forgive you, Bill—I forgive you. Mind you take my message to your aunt, and tell her I shall be at the chapel on Wednesday."
"Oh, go to the deuce with you," said Bill, as he put down the saucepan upon finding that his late fare was not disposed to carry his threat of shooting him into effect. "You are an old rogue, that you are, and I daresay you have done something that it would be well worth while to take you up for."
With this, Bill began vigorously to pull away against the stream, puffing and blowing, and looking as indignant as he possibly could. Todd turned with a sign to the men at the little landing, and affecting to wipe a tear from his left eye, he said—
"You would not believe, gentlemen, that that boy could say such things to his poor old uncle, and yet you wouldn't believe if I were to tell you the pounds and pounds that boy has cost me and his poor aunt. He don't behave well to either of us; but we are as fond of him as possible. It's in our natures to love him, and we can't help it."
"Lor!" said one of the men.
"You looks tender-hearted," said another.