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might tell tales. But come, sharp with the 

 coffee, Pat, we shall have the sun over the 

 hills in ten minutes' time. By the way, 

 what have you done with the wounded 

 man?" 



" He's at Widow Hine's, your riverence," 

 said Pat, as he carefully poured out the 

 coffee into its pewter receptacle ; " hut we'll 

 have him up to the mountains to-night out 

 of the way." 



" Hallo ! here they come at last," said 

 the Parson, as the rising sun glanced against 

 a couple of long salmon rods that seemed 

 moving of themselves on the other side of 

 the wall. " I wonder whether they are quite 

 awake yet." 



" I think his honour the Barrister will 

 soon have his eyes open now," said Pat; 

 "a mighty purty sleep his honour had this 

 morning-." 



" Well, that is what I call taking a dirty 

 advantage over a man," said the Barrister, 

 coming up laughing, while his two followers 

 looked daggers at Pat. " Did you bivouac 

 here last night ? " 



"Fill him up a cup of coffee, Pat," said 

 the Parson ; " he may think himself lucky to 



