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fool enough to lose him." " Oh, no, he's 

 round this tree I expect," says Joslin, looking 

 round one tree and another. " He's here 

 somewhere." " Not he," says I. " He's on 

 his way to Stortford by now." So Scott and 

 I tramped to Stortford, which was about five 

 miles off, and searched all the lodging houses, 

 but could find no trace of Haggy. 



He went up to London, got work in the 

 Docks, became a steady man, and married a 

 good respectable woman. After a while he 

 took a public house at Woolwich, and made 

 quite a little fortune. He used often to come 

 down to Stortford with his wife and daughter, 

 like a gentlemen, and bring them to take tea 

 at my house. 



"Ah!" he would say, " that was the best 

 thing that ever happened to me when you 

 caught me at the Gravel Pits field, Wilkins, 

 and Joslin let the bird slip out of the cage." 

 And then he would go on to relate how he 

 took his hook, and walked straight up to 

 London that same night. 

 Joslin was very much chaffed about the 



