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"James? Oh, James is my man," replied the other

Billy looked up at his companion quizzically, then he tasted the dark, thick concoction in the tin can

"This is coffee," he announced "I thought you said it was anize it, hly couess what it is from its taste"

For severalthe tin can back and forth, and slicing--hacking would be more nearly correct--pieces of meat from the half-roasted fowl It was Billy who broke the silence

"I think," said he, "that you been stringin' ood-naturedly

"You are not offended, I hope," said he "This is a sad old world, you know, and we're all looking for auy has no money to buy it with, he has to manufacture it"

"Sure, I ain't sore," Billy assured hiain 'bout Penelope with the kisses on her mouth, an' you can kid me till the cows come home"

The camper by the creek did as Billy asked hi in the sputtering little flames the oval face of her as Penelope to him

When the verse was completed he reached forth his hand and took the tin can in his strong fingers, raising it before his face

"Here's to--to his Knibbs!" he said, and drank, passing the battered thing over to his new friend

"Yes," said the other; "here's to his Knibbs, and-- Penelope!"

"Drink hearty," returned Billy Byrne

The poetical one drew a sack of tobacco froe of papers fro both toward Billy

"Want the ," said Billy; "but et even some day, and I sure do want a sot nothin'--they didn't leave me a sou markee"

Billy reached across one end of the fire for the tobacco and cigarette papers As he did so the ht fell upon it the marks of the steel bracelet showed vividly In the fall from the train the metal had bitten into the flesh

His companion's eyes happened to fall upon the telltaleof theto indicate that he had noticed anything out of the ordinary