"That's where the porrage-heart of the Scotchman comes in," said Jimmy, as he held up the rat by one foot, and gave it a sharp rap over the head with the trap to make sure it was dead.

"Dannie could no more hear a rat fast in one of me traps and not come over and put it out of its misery, than he could dance a hornpipe.

And him only sicond hand from hornpipe land, too! But his feet's like lead.

Poor Dannie! He gets just about half the rats I do.

He niver did have luck." Jimmy's gay face clouded for an instant.