m he spoke.

"You 'll get jammed, my good fellow, if you don't come down from that,"
said a sailor. "You'll be caught in the davits when they swing round;"
and seeing how inattentive he was to the caution, he laid a hand upon
him and forced him upon deck. The ship had now turned a bend of the
river, and as Tony turned aft to look for the boat, she was lost to him,
and he saw her no more.

For some miles of the way, all were too much occupied to notice him.
There was much to stow away and get in order, the cargo having been
taken in even to the latest moment before they started. There were
some carriages and horses, too, on board, neither of which met from the
sailors more deferential care than they bestowed on cast-metal cranks
and iron sleepers, thus occasioning little passages between those in
charge and the crew, that were the reverse of amicable. It was in one
of these Tony heard a voice he was long familiar with. It was Sir
Arthur Lyle's coachman, who was even more overjoyed than Tony at the
recognition. He had been sent over to fetch four carriage-horses and two
open carriages for his master, and his adventures and mishaps were, in
his own estimation, above all human experience.

"I'll have to borrow a five-pound note from you," said Tony; "I have
come on board without anything,--even my luggage is left behind."

"Five-and-twenty, Mr.. Tony, if you want it. I'm as glad as fifty to see
you here. You'll be able to make these fellows mind what I say. There's
not as much as a spare tarpaulin to put over the beasts at night; and if
the ship rocks, their legs will be knocked to pieces."

If Tony had not the same opinion of his influence, he did not however
hesitate to offer his services, and assisted the coachman to pad the
horse-boxes, and bandage the legs with an overlaid covering of hay rope,
against any accidents.

"Are you steerage or aft?" asked a surly-looking steward of Tony, as he
was washing his hands after his exertions.

"There's a question to ask of one of the best blood in Ireland,"
interposed the coachman.

"The best blood in Ireland will then have to pay cabin fare," said the
steward, as he jotted down a mem. in his book; and Tony was now easy
enough in mind to laugh at the fellow's impertinence as he paid the
money.

The voyage was not eventful in any way; the weather was fine, the sea
not rough, and the days went by as monotonously as need be. If Tony had
been given to reflection, he would h