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ly so I harnessed them, sur, all to the bridles we can start 

 when you will." 



u Sit clown, and get your dinner then, sir there's a heel-tap 

 in that bottle we have left for you and when you have done, 

 put up the things, and we'll be off. I say, Frank, let us try a 

 shot with the pistols I'll get the case stick up that fellow- 

 commoner upon the fence there, and mark off* a twenty paces." 



The marking irons were produced, and loaded "Fire one 

 two three" bang I and the shivering of the glass announced 

 that never more would that chap hold the generous liquor ; the 

 ball had struck it plump in the centre, and broken off the whole 

 above the shoulder, for it was fixed neck downward on the stake. 



" It is my turn now," said I ; and more by luck, I fancy, than 

 by skill, I took the neck off, leaving nothing but the thick ring 

 of the mouth still sticking on the summit of the fence. 



" I'll hold you a dozen of my best Regalias against as many 

 of Manillas, that I break the ring." 



" Done, Harry !" 



" Done !" 



Again the pistol cracked, and the unerring ball drove the 

 small fragment into a thousand splinters. 



"That fotched 'urn!" exclaimed Tim, who had come up to 

 announce all ready. " Ecod, measter Frank, you munna wager 

 i' that gate* wi' master, or my name beant Tim, but thou'lt be 

 clean bamboozled." 



Well, not to make a short story long, we got under way 

 again, and, with speed unabated, spanked along at full twelve 

 miles an hour for live miles farther. There, down a wild look- 

 ing glen, on the left hand, comes brawling, over stump and stone, 

 a tributary streamlet, by the side of which a rough track, made 

 by the charcoal burners and the iron miners, intersects the main 

 road ; and up this miserable looking path, for it was little more, 

 Harry wheeled at full trot. 



" Now for twelve miles of mountain, the roughest road and 

 wildest country you ever saw crossed in a phaeton, good master 

 Frank/' 



And wild it was, indeed, and rough enough in all conscience ; 

 narrow, unfenced in many places, winding along the brow of 

 precipices without rail or" breast-work, encumbered with huge 

 blocks of stone, and broken by the summer rains ! An English 



* Gate Yorkshire ! Anglice, way I 



