The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1896-01-18

ing them doubtful shake, as seeming
lighter than he expected, and hearing
no chink of money, he thrusts his hand
into one pocket, and then into the other,
and cries in dismay: Heavens mercy
upon us We are robbed Every penny
of our money is gone!"
"Can you think of nothing better than
such an idle story as that?" says the
landlord. "There hath been none behind
this sheet but yourselves all the night "
We could make no reply to this, but
stood gaping at each other in maze for
some seconds Then Jack Dawson, re-
covering his wits, turns him round and
looking about cries, "Why, where's Red
Herring?"
"If you mean him as was killed in |
your play" says the landlord, I'm an
swer for it he's not far off, for, to my |
knowledge, he was in the house drink
ing with man while you were a-danc-
ing of your antics like q fool And I
only hope you may be as honest man
as he, for he paid for his liquor like
gentleman.
That settled the question, for we
knew the constable had left never a
penny in his pocket when he clapped us
in the stocks.
"Well," says Jack, she has our mon
ey, as you may prove by searching us,
and if you have faith in him tits all as
one, and you may rest easy for your
reckoning being paid against his re-
turn.
The landlord went off, vowing he
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paid by the morning, and we, as soon
as we had shuffled ON our clothes, away
to hunt for Ned, thinking that maybe
he had made off with the money to
avoid paying half to the landlord, and
hoping always that, though he might
play the rogue with him, he would deal
honestly by us. But we could find no
trace of him, though we visited every
alehouse in the town, and SO back we
go, crestfallen, to the Bell, to beg the
innkeeper to give us nights lodging
and a crust of bread on the speculation
| that Ned would come back and settle
our accounts, but he would not listen to
our prayers, and so, hungry and thirsty,
| and miserable beyond expression, we
were fain to make up with a loft over
the stables, where, thanks to a good
store of sweet hay, we soon forgot our
troubles in sleep, but not before we had
concerted to get away in the morning be-
times to escape another day in the stocks.
Accordingly, before the break of day,
we were afoot, and after noiselessly
packing our effects in the cart in the
misty gray light, Jack Dawson goes into
the stable to harness our nag, while l as
silently take down the heavy bar that
fastened the yard gate. But while was
yet fumbling at the bolts, and all of q
shake for fear of being caught in the
act, Jack Dawson comes to me, with
Moll holding of his hand, as she would
when our troubles were great, and says
in tone Of despair:
"Give over, Kit. We are all undone
again. For OR harness is stole, and
there's never another l can take in its
place.
While we were at this stumble, out
comes our landlord to make sport of US
"Have you found your money yet
friends?" says he, with sneer.
mo-" says Jack savagely, land our
money is not all that we have lost, for
some villain has filched our nag's har.
ness, and warrant you know who he
is"
"Why, to be sure" returns the other,
"the same friend may have taken 1t who
has gone astray with your other belong
ings but, be that as it may, I'll answer
for it when your money is found your
harness will be forthcoming and not be-
FORE"
Come, MASTER" says /. "have you
no more heart than to make merry al
the mischances of three poor wretches
such as WEI"
"Aye," says he, "when you can show
that you deserve better treatment.
"Done," says Jack. "I'll show you
that as quickly as you please" With
that he whips off his cap, and fiinginp
1t on the ground cries; "Off with youi
jacket, man, and let us prove by such
means as heaven has given all which il
the honester Of us two. And SO hi
squares himself up to fight, but the inn
keeper, though as big man as he, be
ing of spongy constitution, showed NJ
relish for this mode of argument, turned
his back ON us with shake of the head
saying he was very well satisfied of his
own honesty, and if we doubted it We
could seek what satisfaction the law
would give us, adding slyly, as he turn
ed at the door, that he could recommend
us magistrate of his acquaintance
naming him who had set US in the stocks
at Tottenham Cross.
The very hint Of this put us again in
o quake, and now. the snow beginning
to fall pretty heavily, we went into the
shed to cast about as to what on earth
we should do next There we sat. glun
and silent, watching idly the big fakes
of snow fluttering down from the leader
sky, for not one of us could imagine q
way out of this hobble
"Holy Motherl" cries Jack at length
springing up in a passion, 1--WE canno
sit here and starve of cold and hunger
Cuddle up to my arm, Mol, and do you
bring your fiddle, Kit, and let us try
our luck a-begging in alehouses
And SO we trudged out into the driv
ing snow. that blinded US rs we walked