Saints aloive! but wud ye moind thim legs! 'Twas a kangaroo, begorry, an' not a monkey he come from, or Oi 'm a loiar.

Go it, Swanny, ould bye! Howly St.Patrick! but he 'll be out o' the State afore dhark, if he only kapes it up.

It 's money Oi 'm bettin' on the Swade!" Winston stepped swiftly across to the motionless sheriff, and knelt down beside him, his face gravely anxious.

The unfortunate man lay huddled up, breathing heavily, his head bleeding freely from two plainly visible wounds.

The engineer turned him over, one hand feeling for his heart.