“ While this dialogue was going on between Pokyr and the Captain, Mr. Chutney and Mr. Golightly had shaken hands and made friends and acquaintances of each other at the same moment. Their various friends gathered round them; and even the donkey drew near to witness the general reconciliation.
“ Peckish!” cried Chutney, gaining spirits fast. “ I am nearly fainting.”
Tommy was very careful of the inner man at all times.
“ I am hungry,” said our hero, who played no indifferent knife and fork himself. ”

“ It is, perhaps, not in the common order of things that a man should learn the whole art of duelling in the short space of one day, nor digest the knowledge he has acquired in one sleepless night: a great deal must depend upon the courage, nerve, and coolness of the combatant. ”

“ But on a moment’s reflection, feeling that the Captain’s hundred was spelled with three ciphers, and that in reality the wager would be sixpence to nothing at all, he did not accept the offer.
“ How do you know Golightly will not turn up?” he asked, abruptly.
“ Well,” said the Captain, turning the matter over in his mind, “ Pokyr hinted as much to me yesterday morning.”
“ I never take any notice of what Pokyr says,” retorted Chutney. “ Besides, he is sure to make Golightly go.”
“ One man can take a horse to the water,” urged the Captain, allegorically, “ but ten can’t make him drink.” ”

“ CONSTABLES AND PEACEMAKERS.
“ LET us gently retrace our steps,” the long-winded Elder observed, when his congregation thought he had just wound up for that occasion; and, at the risk of disappointing our readers, we must address them in the Elder’s words. The amiable hero of this history had been a tolerably pliant reed in the skilful hands of Mr. Pokyr. He had screwed up Mr. Samuel’s courage to that “sticking point” Lady Macbeth speaks of, and taught him to snap caps on a pistol at an alarming rate—all in the short space of twenty-four hours ”

“ Pokyr was about to give the signal to fire, he suddenly exclaimed—-
“ One moment, gentlemen—I see strangers approaching!”
The strangers were those three active and intelligent members of the county constabulary, Officers 33, 55, and 99; who had been out on General Hall’s land, on the trail of a wicked young poacher who had long evaded the clutches of the law. They had searched all night in vain; and now here was game indeed. Nimbly they hopped over the broken railing which separated them by a feeble resistance from the field of battle; and before Mr. ”