John Salter was at home unwell, so Saddlebank was chief.

No sooner did we stand on the downs than he gathered us all in a circle, and taking off his cap threw in it some slips of paper.

We had to draw lots who should keep by Catman out of twenty-seven; fifteen blanks were marked.

Temple dashed his hand into the cap first 'Like my luck,' he remarked, and pocketed both fists as he began strutting away to hide his desperation at drawing a blank.

I bought a substitute for him at the price of half-a-crown,--Drew, a fellow we were glad to get rid of; he wanted five shillings.