My dear mother packed a bottle of Daffy's elixir in the barrel of my pistol.' 'And you have shot it into the bloodhound!' roared Reuben.

'Ho! ho! When they hear that tale at the tap of the Wheatsheaf, there will be some throats dry with laughter.

Saved my life by shooting a dog with a bottle of Daffy's elixir!' 'And a bullet as well, Reuben, though I dare warrant the gossips will soon contrive to leave that detail out.

It is a mercy the pistol did not burst.

But what do you propose to do now, Master Saxon ?' 'Why, to recover my mare if it can anywise be done,' said the adventurer.' Though on this vast moor, in the dark, she will be as difficult to find as a Scotsman's breeches or a flavourless line in "Hudibras."' 'And Reuben Lockarby's steed can go no further,' I remarked.