back at Ben. "It can't be haylped,
Timotheus," remarked the latter in a low tone, "we're bound to git back
airly, ef they's moer guyard mountin' to be did. So here goes, Serlizer
or no Serlizer." The horses were pretty fresh, and they tore along,
enjoying the fun, and answering with their heels to every playful flick
of the whip. The road was rough and hilly; the jolting almost threw the
occupants of the box seat off the waggon that had no springs. Old man
Newcome groaned, and implored Ben, for the sake of Serlizer, to go easy
or leave him on the roadside to die. "Ef you don't laike my teamin',"
said Toner, in a simulated huff, "I'll quit. Here, Timotheus, you had
ought to know them hosses better'n me." Timotheus took the reins, and
cried: "Gerlang, we ain't no time ter lose; rattle the brimstun an'
merlasses old malufacture over the stones, he's ony a firebug as nobody
owns." The delight of The Crew's brother in getting off this new and
improved version of an ancient couplet made him reckless. He and Ben
jumped into the air like shuttlecocks, and seemed to like it. "I heern
say," remarked Toner, while moving momentarily skywards, "I heern tayll
as this here joltin' beats all the piulls and pads as ever was made for
the livyer."

"Yaas," cheerfully responded Timotheus, coming down with a sounding
bump; "myuns is like what the doctor out our way said to fayther wunst.
Says he, 'Saul, your livyer's tawpidd.' So's myun, Ben; it's most tarble
tawpidd. Gerlang, yer lazy, good fer nawthun brutes; poor old man
Newcome won't get home this blessed night, the way yer a-goin'."

The waggon reached the Newcome shanty. The old man was unbound and
lifted out into his own bed. Strong as he was, he had fainted, which his
charioteers were not sorry to see. "He's had an accident, Miss Newcome,"
said Ben to the man's wife; "but he'll soon be all right." Fortunately,
the doctor had done his duty well, and the shaking had failed to loosen
the bandages over the wound. The drivers got into the waggon again and
drove home more gently, exchanging a few words with each other; one
being: "Guaiss old man Newcome's out o' mischief fer one night."

While Bridesdale was being delivered from the presence of one unwelcome
guest, the welcome ones of the front were discussing with the Squire the
programme for the night. He had made out a warrant for the arrest of
Rawdon, should he again have the hardihood to turn up, and otherwise
proposed to repeat th