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"That's all nonsense," said Goggins, who wished, nevertheless, that he had not heard the "nonsense." "Come, sing another song, Jim." Jim said he did not remember one. "Then you sing, Ralph." Ralph said every one knew he never did more than join a chorus. "Then join me in a chorus," said Goggins, "for I'll sing, if Jim's afraid." "I'm not afraid," said Jim. "Then why won't you sing?"

Guy Bolding. "Humph! I should be content to live and die in the Bush, nothing like it, if women were not so scarce. To think of the redundant spinster population at home, and not a spinster here to be seen within thirty miles, save Bet Goggins, indeed, and she has only one eye! But to return to Vivian: why should it be our object, more than his, to get back to England as soon as we can?"

Tom had scarcely uttered the last word, when the key was turned in the door. "Here's that infernal bailiff again!" said Tom, whose irritability, increased by Reddy's paltry egotism and injustice, was at its boiling- pitch once more. He planted himself firmly in his chair, and putting on his fiercest frown, was determined to confront Mister Goggins with an aspect that should astonish him.

Dick and Edward all this time were on their way to the relief of Tom Durfy, who, though he had cooled down from the boiling-pitch to which the misadventure of the morning had raised him, was still simmering, with his elbows planted on the rickety table in Mr. Goggins' "bower," and his chin resting on his clenched hands. It was the very state of mind in which Tom was most dangerous.

As it would be tiresome to follow this ballad through all its length, breadth, and thickness, we shall leave the singers engaged in their chorus, while we call the reader's attention to a more interesting person than Mister Goggins or Jimmy Barlow.

And then a rhyme when it has puzzled you all day, the pleasure you have in nabbing it at last!" "Oh, it's po'thry you're spakin' about," said Larry. "To be sure," said Goggins; "do you think I'd throw away my time on prose? You're burning that bacon, Tim," said he to his sub. "Poethry, agen the world!" continued he to Larry, "the Castilian sthraime for me!

But, instead of proceeding immediately homeward, he retraced his steps to the den of the bailiff and gave a quiet tap at the door. Mister Goggins himself answered to the knock, and began a loud and florid welcome to Edward, who stopped his career of eloquence by laying a finger on his lip in token of silence. A few words sufficed to explain the motive of his visit.

"A feather-bed," repeated Larry, wondering how a feather-bed could influence the fate of a bold burglar, while Goggins mistook his exclamation of surprise to signify the paltriness of the prize, and therefore chimed in with him. "Quite true no wonder you wonder quite below a man of his pluck; but the fact was, a sweetheart of his was longing for a feather-bed, and Jack determined to get it.

"Pluck to the back-bone," said Goggins. "Well, he tuk the purses aff both o' them; and just as he was goin' on afther doin' the same, what should appear on the road before him, but two other travellers coming up forninst him.

"Even if they was one handy, the roads are too bad, except for a high-powered car." "I have it," shouted Frank suddenly. "I'll get the engines and try to hurry them here in time to save the house at least." "How's that, young feller?" asked Farmer Goggins, who had stepped up. "Say that again." "I said I'll get the engines for you and in jig time too," cried the boy. "Don't see how."

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