A good many oaths garnished their speeches, which, deprived of them, were much as follows: "You did not go into mourning, anyhow ?" "Not I.Saved me a deal of trouble, _he_ did." "You'll be turned out all the same, yet, I guess." "They have not turned me out yet.

And if Bellairs tries that trick again, I'll send my old woman and the baby to Mrs.Morton.

That'll fix it." There was a roar of laughter.

Then, "They are sure to hang him, I suppose ?" "First hanging ever's been at Cacouna if they do." "I guess you'll be going to see him hung, eh, Clarkson ?" "I reckon so; but it's time I was off." One of the speakers, a thickset, heavy-browed man, came down the store, stared rudely at Mrs.Costello as he passed, and going out, got into a waggon that stood outside, and drove away.
At the same moment the shopman came back and wondered at his customer's trembling hand as he showed her what he had brought.

She scarcely understood what he said.