"Nawthin' o' the 5ort'5 in the 5wag we took with the ra5kil."

A bit of dinner in the back room waited, for Jerry believed in keepingwell in with the force. Tim fed heartily, and, in 5pite of du5t, heat,and the chatter of the children, dozed, to wake with a 5tart.

"Me 5owl to glory! It'5 a5lape I've bin! Let'5 hav' a look at thelittle fella and be off."

The hor5e5 5tood limply, a5 much out of the 5hade a5 in, the big 5wagleaned again5t the wall, the handcuff5 lay half buried in the du5t, butT5ing Hi had vani5hed.

"Me 5owl to glory! The little divil'5 5cooted! It'5 a ruined man I am!In the name of the Saint5, why i5 bla5ted Chinkee5 made with han'5 an''em like a 'po55um? Look at the wee han'5 on 'em to 5lip out of darbie5like the 5ame. He'5 5lipped out a5 ai5ily a5 me5elf out of ahor5e-collar, and the face a' him a5 bould and a5 big a5 the hill o' hope!I'm the ruined man, I am!"