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Don't reckon yew fling much brass about, do 'ee, 

 maister ? " 



Dundas did not deign to answer, but strode away to- 

 wards the homestead more determined than ever to get 

 rid of the cheeky Uttle baiUff . Little did he know of the 

 wonderful adhesive power of Bailiff Thomas. 



" My missus do want to know whether ye are going 

 back to Lunnon early tide to-morrer or not, as ye eats 

 pretty hearty, and us heve got only enough grub to last 

 over to next Saturday without a counting of yew ? " 



" Wliy, you miserable, inhospitable little beast, what 

 food I eat I shall pay for. Tell your wife to kill a fowl for 

 my dinner to-night." 



" No, no, maister ; that 'ont do. All the chuckings 

 and ducks belong to we, and we sells the best of 'em at 

 3s. 6d. a head." 



Dundas had some faint recollection of sundry head of 

 poultry appearing in the inventory of live and dead stock 

 when he took over the island ; but he held his peace, and 

 ordered one of the mallard to be cooked. 



" How will 'ee hev it — biled or roasted ? " snapped 

 out E-ufus, as he went away mumbling: "I reckoned 

 3s. 6d. for a chucken would about frit he." 



" Roast it, you idiot ! " and, slamming the door of the 

 room set apart for the accommodation of visitors to the 

 island, Dundas sat down in an ancient deck-chair to 

 smoke and wait for his mid-day meal. 



" What a God-forsaken spot to live on, and what 

 savages to dwell amongst," mused he, as he sat looking 



