350 AN ENGLISH GAMEKEEPER. 



shillings in his pocket, Jack went off on 

 Christmas morning just after the clock struck 

 twelve. 



" Good-bye, keeper, and the Lord bless 

 you." 



" Good night. Monk, old boy." And so, 

 with a shake of the hand, we part. 



Now, as you may imagine, we talked things 

 over a bit with our pipe and glass, and the 

 drink made Jack spout out freely about his 

 night shooting, his gate nettings, snaring, and 

 so forth. I learned a thing or two about 

 poachers from him, you bet. On the whole I 

 considered Monk the cadger a preferable person 

 to Monk the poacher. 



