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"And where did you lose your leg, Ton Standish

his na he

were, and a-trying to telluncommonly 'ot there, you'll understand, sir, and as I say,

he were trying to tell

blood-bubbles wi' every word, when all at once I feels a sort of

a shock, and there I was on et up--daone below the knee,

and no pleasant sight, neither"

"And afterward?"

"Arterwards," he repeated "Why, that were the end o' my sojerin',

ye see; we lay in the same 'ospital 'im an' me, side by side, and

he swore as I'd saved his life--which I 'adn't, look you, and

likewise swore as he'd never forget it And he never 'as either,

for here am I wi' my own horse and cart, Tom Price by name,

carrier by trade, an' very much at your service, sir, I'm sure"

Thus we clie, and lonely