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Red Mick turned round; "'Ello, pup," he drawled, "what's up?"

The puppy caain, quite close to the tree this time, and

barked sharply "Good pup," said Mick, "fitch him out, pup!--What

is it--native cat? Goo for 'i, and Red Mick

stopped leisurely, picked up a large stone, and sent it crashing

ah and Miss Grant, and ca one or other of thenity climbed out of the branches,

and advanced on Red Mick, while the puppy ran yelping behind his

master

It is only reasonable to suppose that Mick was somewhat astonished

at the apparition He could scarcely have expected his shot to

disturb two such fine birds from such an extraordinary nest; but

before they had extricated themselves from the branches his face

had assuent look which had

so often baffled judges and Crown Prosecutors He was bland and

child-like as Bret Harte's Chinee

He spoke as if he were quite accusto couples

out of trees His voice had a sort of "I quite understand how it

is" tone, and he spoke cheerfully

"Good-day, Misther Hugh! Where's your horses? Have you had a fall?"