el, lapsing from the Quaker into the tramp;
"I ain't orderin' it for youse. I've a throat like a Sahara."

Then turning to the other members of the company, he continued:

"Now seein' as we've a moment alone, and bein' all criminals, I votes we
has a session o' the committee o' ways and means."

A chorus of indignant protest arose from every side.

"Youse ain't criminals, eh? What's liberatin' prisoners, an' stealin'
two hosses an' a kerridge, an' the driver's hat an' coat, with a
five-dollar bill in the pocket?"

Banborough rose to deny vehemently the last assertion.

"Oh, yes, ther' was," continued the tramp. "I got that." And he
produced a crisp note at the sight of which the Englishman groaned, as
he realised the damning chain of evidence which circumstance was
building up around them.

"An' lockin' up officers of the law," Friend Othniel went on, "an'
runnin' off with prisoners, specially a tough like me, one o' your pals,
what's wanted particular." And he winked villainously.

"I do not see," began Banborough, who was fast losing his temper, "that
there's any need of discussing the moral aspect of this affair. You,"
turning to the tramp, "will have your dinner and your drink, and a
certain sum of money, and you'll then kindly leave us. Though your
nature may be incapable of appreciating the difference between a crime
knowingly committed and one innocently entered into, a difference
exists, and renders further association between us undesirable, to say
the least."

"Oh, it does, does it?" said Friend Othniel. "Well, that's where youse
blokes is mistook. This mornin' my dearest ambition was to blow up
Madison Square Garden, but what's that to wreckin' a whole nation? No,
Bishop, I'm a political conspirator from this time on, and I'll stand by
yer through thick and thin! Why, you people ain't no more fitted to run
a show o' this sort than a parcel of three-weeks-old babies. I wouldn't
give yer ten hours to land the whole crowd in jail; but you just trust
to me, and I'll see yer safe, if it can be done. I tell yer, it ain't
the fust time I ben in a hurry to view Niagary Falls from the Canadian
side."

Just then the door opened, and the waiter entered with the brandy and
soda in a long glass.

"Thee mayst put it here, friend, till the lady is ready to take it,"
said Othniel, indicating the table at his side.

"Nothing of the kind," snapped Mrs. Mackintosh. "I guess I'm as ready to
take it now's I ever sh