CHAPTER III.
"Now, what will you take ?" said Henry Ellis, as he entered, with the weak and yielding Wilkinson, the bar-room of Parker's tavern.
"Any thing you choose to call for," replied Wilkinson, whose mind was turning homeward, and who wished to be there.

"In fact, I don't really want any thing.

Call for two glasses of cold water.

These will leave our heads clear." "Water! Ha! ha! That is a good one, Bill"-- and Ellis spoke to the bar-tender--"Mix us a couple of stiff brandy toddies." The bar-tender nodded and smiled his acceptance of the order, and the two men retired to a table that stood in a remote part of the room, at which they were soon served with the liquor.
"Bill mixes the best brandy toddy I ever tasted.

He knows his business," said Ellis, as he put the glass to his lips.