The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-09-25

w ItluIItu w OuI Mlilt, OuI lDlONkl-
ton declared that he thought he had
seen the same man once before ut work
quarrying stone, dressed in the regular
convict's uniform. But he now had on
the wooden trousers, rs before mention-
ed, n blue flannel shirt such rs most
British sailors wore, and Scotch cap.
But the brogans there they were, and
they spoiled his whole makeup.
He's n runaway convict" said the
English mate, summing up the case,
"and the jew behind the bar knows
him, too But he won't let on he says
it's none of his business, and really ]
think It's none of ours, either. 1t was
not good manners perhaps, to pull away
the curtain MS / did, but couldn't help
it when heard him claim to be ship
mate of mine, for knew he was sailing
under false colors."
A back door was opened ut this mo-
ment, and two police officers, with their
weapons and badges Of authority, en-
tered the room where we were sitting,
with the air of men who had right
anywhere, and stood not upon ceremony
They scrutlnlzed us closely, but, saying
nothing, passed on into the bar.
"Why, Broughton, said /, tive al
ways heard your countrymen boast that
every llnglishman house is his castle"
Well,we do boast that, " he returned,
"but l suppose we refer to private
dwellings only. 1t would seem that
this Is not the case when one keeps u
public 'ouse."
" Landlord" !" said the taller officer Of
the two, 'you've had customer in
here within the last five minutes :"
"N-no, sir. | don't remember"
said the jew. "rhere's two zhentle-
mems in the side room, drinking vine"
" Yes, yes returned the policeman,
impatiently, " but there has been anoth-
er man here, think, within n few min
utes. Come, sharpen your memory, or
you may get into trouble yourself
There Oas man here just now, and
took drink" interposed Broughton
pushing aside the screen. g He has Just
gone from here not two minutes ago."
Which way did he go p''
f." did not see him after he passed the
door, and only had a glimpse of him
for single instant, and then his back
was towards me-"
Well, what was he like ?'' inquired
the shorter officer, in sharp tone "It's
useless to ask this Jew publican, but 1
can tell him his house is spotted, and
we shall soon find way to make him
speak the truth, or break up his bust
ness"
Well, sir" said Broughton, II did
not see the strange mans face ut all, but
he was stout fellow in common Eng
lish sailors dress. j should say the
principal feature about him was his
shoes.n
That's our man the very point we
want to get at. He's probably on board
one of the ships in the harbor by this
time, and our game is up for the night. ="
" But who is hep" asked the English
mate.
" Who Is he? Why, Dick Dyer, alias
Joe johnson, the greatest cut-throat in
this colony, and that's saying great
deal. He escaped from the guard day
before yesterday. Nobody knows how
or where he got the change of clothing.
But he couldn't change his shoes, for no
ordinary size will fit him; they always
had to be made on purpose for him. He
lrf1Ia1 n A fl,fo Nrt,tt
out back here on the Paramatta road, to
get little money. We have the full
evidence of this from a man who saw
the deed, but we are just too late to catch
our man tonight. Tomorrow morning
we shall begin a regular system, and if
he is in Sydney harbor We'll have him. :"
All this time the Jew had stood scrap
ing his lantern jaws, and looking as stu
pid as If he did not even understand what
was being said. had followed my Eng
lish friend into the bar, but now step
ped back to the table to finish my glass
of wine. At this moment the back
door, by which the officers had entered,
opened softly little way, and one of
those brogans stepped in upon the
threshold. Then head was thrust in "a
close. cropped head with the Scotch cap
topping it,-with villainous, ugly
mouth, and a square, ponderous jaw,
and pair of small, evil eyes looked di-
rectly into mine.
"Here he isl here, at the back door !"
These words seemed to escapem invol-