112 MEMORIES OF GLENAUGH. 



"But, thin, won't the bet be a dhraw, sir?" 

 "No, it won't. Do you think I'd make 

 such a wager without taking care that I should 

 have an advantage over these English boobies ? 

 Leave it to me, Dan. Follow my directions, 

 and you'll find everything will be right. I'll 

 go into the town myself to-day and speak to 

 the head-constable." 



The eventful morning arrived, a cold grey 

 morning it was, in July. The officers were 

 all on the ground looking over the cliff, which 

 was fully from ninety to a hundred feet above 

 the sea, and wondering whether Dick Poole 

 would have the courage to carry out his wild 

 enterprise. Dick exchanged greetings with 

 them cordially, and brought forward Dan as 

 his partner in adventure. That individual had 

 already some misgivings touching the order of 

 proceedings; and when Dick peremptorily 

 ordered him to take off his clothes, he showed 

 decided symptoms of his courage oozing, like 

 that of Bob Acres, from his fingers' ends. 

 Poole, however, whispered a few reassuring 

 words in his ear. "Besides," reflected Dan, 

 as his teeth chattered with the fright and 



