The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-06-26

ment that is always the right aspect,
and men may, as often as not by hold
Ing their peace, come at the heart of
naught in the case to make the blood
sing. Nevertheless there was in the
meeting with Sir Damon Boil that
which pleased me nightly, at least in
the end. Indeed, twas a rare piece of
chicanery from the outset, what time
left the Bears Head in a chaise and
two horses of my own for Epson, like
any gentleman with an important
Journey of his own before him.
When the position was come out by
Streatham and was for making across
the heath, the moon, that was half and
bright, struck into the lowering clouds,
and the open waste glowed of sud
den swiftness. The window of the
chafse was open and the air streamed
IN, but could make out little with my
peppers because of the blackness. And
here there was asavage rocking Of the
body of the chaise, and a cracking as
of wheel against something. So I
popped forth my head and roared to
the position, cursing him for his
;clumsiness, and he cursing back at the
horses; and between us there was
:nobleman (save mel upon his travels
with a rascal on whom he might let
loose his tongue, and be not question
ed. I espied blacker shadow in the
blackness about the heath.
1T held my eye moment, for I
knew 1t we'll enough to be the figure of
a man, and then it darted into nearer
view; and the light, lettering at the
same instant, showed me fellow with
a hat askew on the back of his head,
a heavy pistol at the stand-and-deliver,
and face under a dark mask at the
,chaises edge.
Now you will conceive it was an odd
situation for Gallopins Dick to be thus
waylaid and handled after the manner
of his own craft, though this was not
the first occasion that it had happen
ed. But to that you will add this, that
there was that in his air, as in his
voice, and in the very swagger of his
challenge, which showed me here was
no ordinary tobyman. So l says to
myself, silently gazing in his pistol:
what have we here?" and then aloud
said /: "Sirrah, what do you?" in a
lordly tone.
Faith" says he, not lowering his
pistol, but speaking in rollicking
way, "be not my words plain. brave
knights, or must make 'em bark?"
"Oh!" said I, in hesitating way,
then are you a gentleman of the
road. rascal?"
!. "You honor me to put name upon
me- said he, with an inclination of
his head. For myself, I should desire
to go unnamed, SO as to escape the
perils of the law"
II ask your Indulgence, Captain"
said l, in another voice; there is
packet would fain keep"
"Pish! l must have all or none," he
lnterposed. Eyes am in a mood to in
dulge you, SO be you give me your
hand on paper that took all of you"
~ will do that" said I, after q
pause, IF you will let this document
that is important to none but myself
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His pistol was still at my head, and
made search for my purse and gave
It to him, the which he pocketed with
out so much as examining it.
"And for this warranty" said he, II
have quill and paper" whereat knew
, that was upon the right thought. He
put a hand into his pocket, but being
by now unsuspecting that he had any
10 deal with save q mild sheep, he
paid little heed to his earlier precau:
tions; and the next l had his pistol
hand in my clutch. He was taken
aback at the first, but struggled game
ly, though uord save usD he was no
match for me. With twist of the
wrist his pistol fell to the road with a
dull clank, and presently l had the
door of the chaise open and was grip
ping him in the darkness. And now
twas my barker that was against his
forehead.
He uttered little reckless laugh.