sation of the footfalls, another sound smote upon their
ears.

"O, what's that?" cried Julia.

"I can't think," said Gideon.

The Squirradical had his stick presented like a sword. "Gid," he began,
"Gid, I----"

"O Mr. Forsyth!" cried the girl. "O don't go forward, you don't know
what it might be--it might be something perfectly horrid."

"It may be the devil itself," said Gideon, disengaging himself, "but I
am going to see it."

"Don't be rash, Gid," cried his uncle.

The barrister drew near to the sound, which was certainly of a
portentous character. In quality it appeared to blend the strains of the
cow, the fog-horn, and the mosquito; and the startling manner of its
enunciation added incalculably to its terrors. A dark object, not unlike
the human form divine, appeared on the brink of the ditch.

"It's a man," said Gideon, "it's only a man; he seems to be asleep and
snoring.--Hullo," he added, a moment after, "there must be something
wrong with him, he won't waken."

Gideon produced his vestas, struck one, and by its light recognised the
tow head of Harker.

"This is the man," said he, "as drunk as Belial. I see the whole story";
and to his two companions, who had now ventured to rejoin him, he set
forth a theory of the divorce between the carrier and his cart, which
was not unlike the truth.

"Drunken brute!" said Uncle Ned, "let's get him to a pump and give him
what he deserves."

"Not at all!" said Gideon. "It is highly undesirable he should see us
together; and really, do you know, I am very much obliged to him, for
this is about the luckiest thing that could have possibly occurred. It
seems to me--Uncle Ned, I declare to heaven it seems to me--I'm clear of
it!"

"Clear of what?" asked the Squirradical.

"The whole affair!" cried Gideon. "That man has been ass enough to steal
the cart and the dead body; what he hopes to do with it I neither know
nor care. My hands are free, Jimson ceases; down with Jimson. Shake
hands with me, Uncle Ned--Julia, darling girl, Julia, I----"

"Gideon, Gideon!" said his uncle.

"O, it's all right, uncle, when we're going to be married so soon," said
Gideon. "You know you said so yourself in the houseboat."

"Did I?" said Uncle Ned; "I am certain I said no such thing."

"Appeal to him, tell him he did, get on his soft side," cried Gideon.
"He's a real brick if you get on his soft side."

"Dear Mr. Bloomfield," said Julia, "I know Gideon will be such a very
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