ds of disgust at the situation, the few of this
kind that he let out being just enough to show what a fearfully large
number he kept in.

'A-calling up people at this time of morning!' the woman occasionally
exclaimed down the stairs. 'But folks show no mercy upon their flesh and
blood--not one bit or mite.'

'Now never be stomachy, my good soul,' cried Sol from the fireplace,
where he stood blowing the fire with his breath. 'Only tell me where the
victuals bide, and I'll do all the cooking. We'll pay like
princes--especially my mate.'

'There's but little in house,' said the sleepy woman from her bedroom.
'There's pig's fry, a side of bacon, a conger eel, and pickled onions.'

'Conger eel?' said Sol to Mountclere.

'No, thank you.'

'Pig's fry?'

'No, thank you.'

'Well, then, tell me where the bacon is,' shouted Sol to the woman.

'You must find it,' came again down the stairs. ''Tis somewhere up in
chimley, but in which part I can't mind. Really I don't know whether I
be upon my head or my heels, and my brain is all in a spin, wi' being
rafted up in such a larry!'

'Bide where you be, there's a dear,' said Sol. 'We'll do it all. Just
tell us where the tea-caddy is, and the gridiron, and then you can go to
sleep again.'

The woman appeared to take his advice, for she gave the information, and
silence soon reigned upstairs.

When one piece of bacon had been with difficulty cooked over the newly-
lit fire, Sol said to Mountclere, with the rasher on his fork: 'Now look
here, sir, I think while I am making the tea, you ought to go on
griddling some more of these, as you haven't done nothing at all?'

'I do the paying. . . . Well, give me the bacon.'

'And when you have done yours, I'll cook the man's, as the poor feller's
hungry, I make no doubt.'

Mountclere, fork in hand, then began with his rasher, tossing it about
the gridiron in masterly style, Sol attending to the tea. He was
attracted from this occupation by a brilliant flame up the chimney,
Mountclere exclaiming, 'Now the cursed thing is on fire!'

'Blow it out--hard--that's it! Well now, sir, do you come and begin upon
mine, as you must be hungry. I'll finish the griddling. Ought we to
mind the man sitting down in our company, as there's no other room for
him? I hear him coming in.'

'O no--not at all. Put him over at that table.'

'And I'll join him. You can sit here by yourself, sir.'

The meal was despatched, and the coa