26o THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER 



streets ; do you underconstand, my old coon ? " 

 Well, constable was all taken aback, he was finely 

 bit. " Stranger," sais he, " where was you raised? "' 

 " To Caiiady line," sais Sassy. " Well," sais he, 

 *' you're a credit to your broughtens up. Well, let 

 the fine drop, for we are about even, I guess. Let's 

 liquor ;" and he took him into a bar and treated him 

 to a mint julep. It was ginerally considered a great 

 bite that, and I must say I don't think it was bad* 

 But to get back to where I started from. Sassy, as 

 I was a-sayin', was the book-keeper of old Felix 

 Foyle. The old gentleman sot great store by him, 

 and couldn't do without him on no account, he was- 

 so ready like, and always on hand. But Sassy 

 thought he could do without him though. So one 

 fine day he absgotilated with four thousand dollars 

 in his pocket, of Felix's, and cut dirt for Canady as 

 hard as he could chip. Felix Foyle was actilly in a> 

 most beautiful frizzle of a fix. He knew who he had 

 to deal with, and that he might as well follow a fox 

 almost as Sassy, he was so everlastin' cunnin', and 

 that the British wouldn't give up a debtor to us, but 

 only felons ; so he thought the fust loss was the best, 

 and was about givin' it up as a bad job, when an 

 idee struck him, and off he started in chase with all 

 steam on. Felix was the clear grit when his dander 

 was up, and he never slept, night or day, till he 

 reached Canady too, got on the trail of Sassy, and 

 came up to where he was airthed at Niagara. When 



