CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
HOW THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES STILL HANGS OVER OUR HEROES.
Dear Father,--Please come down here as soon as you can.

We're in a regular row.

I'm awfully afraid fifty pounds will not quite cover it.
Please try and come by the next train as the case comes on on Saturday, and there's not much time.

We saw the magistrate yesterday, and made a clean breast.

I hope they won't transport us.