CHAPTER V. 



RETURN TO ENGLAND— SEARCH FOR HORSE RECOMMENCES. 



ATEST bulletin from myself to myself: "Arrived 

 at Folkestone, 12.30 A.M." 



Happy Tho7ight.—''K\\s well that ends well." 

 Thank goodness ! ended well. 



A kindly sailor is at my elbow. " Had quite a nice berth 

 of it, Sir," he says. This really means, " Look here : you've 

 had a jacket and tarpaulin in use all this time, and that can't 

 be done for nothing, you know. What are you going to 

 stand .^ " I reply, cheerfully, " Yes, I have had a very good 

 berth," but ignore the implied request. He turns quite 

 round to me, and almost whispers (adopting this sort of 

 undertone, I believe, so as not to be overheard by the 

 Captain), " I should hke to drink your health this morning. 

 Sir." 



Happy Thought . — No public-houses open after twelve. 



As I do not, however, like to confront him with an objec- 

 tion which would bring up vast political questions, on which 

 he may have strong opinions, it occurs to me— (several things 

 often occur to me before I lay out sixpence in this way) — to 



