This Hayes is well to do in the world, and--" "And we'll nab him again--ha, ha!" roared out Macshane.

"By my secred honour, Meejor, there never was a gineral like you at a strathyjam!" "Peace, you bellowing donkey, and don't wake the child.

The man is well to do, his wife rules him, and they have no children.

Now, either she will be very glad to have the boy back again, and pay for the finding of him, or else she has said nothing about him, and will pay us for being silent too: or, at any rate, Hayes himself will be ashamed at finding his wife the mother of a child a year older than his marriage, and will pay for the keeping of the brat away.

There's profit, my dear, in any one of the cases, or my name's not Peter Brock." When the Ensign understood this wondrous argument, he would fain have fallen on his knees and worshipped his friend and guide.