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"That's all right," he said, "Many a man has been licked befo' fur bein' on the Lord's side." "You mean to tell me, Archie B. Butts, you bet on a dorg fight sho' nuff," said his father, nervously handling his hickories. "An' played hookey?" chimed in his mother. "Tell it, Archie B., tell the truth an' shame the devil," mocked Patsy.

I was placed trembling on the table by his side, and he took the pipe out of his mouth and turned his head to look at me. "'Nice little sort of a fancy dorg, he said at last. 'What they call a "Blennum". "'Strayed into the yard, said the man who had picked me up. 'I'm going to show it to the missus presently. "'Worth a tidy sum, said the fat man, and went on smoking.

'Yes; there was an oldish, very quiet, but determined-like man he had a stunnin' dorg with him and a young man something like this gentleman I mean the prisoner. I didn't see the other young man nor the half-caste in court. 'That's all very well, says our lawyer, very fierce; 'but will you swear, sir, that the prisoner Marston took any charge or ownership of the cattle?

"It is a miserable thing," he was thinking, "for a man in my rank of life to have a female statue trotting after him like a great dorg. I'm d d if I put up with it! Suppose we happen on somebody as knows me!"

See? I da jolly well won't. Strike me pink. See?" He departed with an air of scowling mystery and dignity combined, leaving his parents speechless with amazement. That afternoon he returned to the White Lion. Mr. Blank was standing unobtrusively in the shadow of the wall. "'Ello, young gent," he greeted William, "nice dorg you've got." William looked proudly down at Jumble.

"Be ye men! For shame, Bill Haden, to match thy old dog, twelve year old, wi' a young un. She's been a good dorg, and hast brought thee many a ten-pun note. If be'est tired of her, gi' her poison, but I woant stand by and see her mangled." "How dare 'ee kick my dorg?" a miner said coming angrily forward; "how dare 'ee come here and hinder sport?" "Sport!"

"Archie B.," exclaimed the old man excitedly, "them bein' the facts an' the thing at stake, with that ole dorg an' Jud Carpenter at the bottom of it, I'd a put it up on the monkey, son fur charity, you know, an' fur the principle of it, I'd a put it up, Archie B., if I'd lost ever' cent!" "Exactly, Bishop, an' I did at ten to one think of the odds!

I was placed trembling on the table by his side, and he took the pipe out of his mouth and turned his head to look at me. "`Nice little sort of a fancy dorg, he said at last. `What they call a "Blennum". "`Strayed into the yard, said the man who had picked me up. `I'm going to show it to the missus presently. "`Worth a tidy sum, said the fat man, and went on smoking.

Now what should he do but make out he'd got 'ligion, an' war called to preach. He had no more 'ligion dan my ole dorg. But he had money an' built a meetin' house, whar he could hole meeting, an' hab funerals; an' you know cullud folks is mighty great on funerals. Well dat jis' tuck wid de people, an' he got 'lected to de legislatur.

I writ 'em all up on my slate, didn't I? You tell the governor if I didn't!" "Yes," I said; "you did." "There you are! Do you hear, governor? I'm larnin' better. I writ all them there Aggers, I did; and I can say my d-o-g, dorg, proper, can't I, pal? And I've shove my coppers in the bang, and I am larnin'." "I know you are," said Jack, kindly. "Come, it's time I got on my boots. Are they done?"

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