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just be explaining to their worships, how it 

 was when you could not see the boys at all 

 at all, ye saw me amongst them." 



" Well, then, I think I did see you," re- 

 plied the witness, feeling himself fairly caught 

 in the trap. 



" Och! thrue for you, sergeant, and mighty 

 civil into the bargain to give yourself so 

 much trouble about thinkin. But did you 

 see me ? Will you swear that you did ? " 



" Well, then, perhaps I did not. I cannot 

 swear that I did." 



"And, pYaps, you can't swear to them 

 dacent boys standin bv me ? " 



« Well/l will not." , 



" There, your worships," exclaimed Micky, 

 turning triumphantly to the magistrates, 

 " sure I tould your honours so. It must 

 have been them ghosts that frightened the 

 Peelers, bad luck to them for taking the like- 

 ness of Micky Rowan. I hope your worships 

 will now send me about my business." 



" Softly, Mister Rowan, softly," said the 

 Stipendiary ; " stop a moment, and tell us 

 how you happened to be abroad at the un- 

 usual hour of four in the morning." 



" Sure, now, your worship, was n't it 



