I'm on it, old man! Let 'em out! Make 'em go! We'll make it all right with you, sonny!" The driver passed his hand through the strap-hole, and tapped for his fare--it was before the gongs came into common use.

Col.

Jack took the hand, and shook it cordially.

He said: "You twig me, old pard! All right between gents.

Smell of that, and see how you like it!" And he put a twenty-dollar gold piece in the driver's hand.