The Boy Soldier; Or, Garibaldi's Young Captain — page 290: what you’re looking at

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U 284 THE BOY SOLDIER; OR, GARIBALDI’S YOUNG CAPTAIN. Sa ah BTR ER a A ENS AEE SE ee may have a long turn; but their end is sure to come some day.” “ Quite true,” ejaculated Barney, “ Now, only yesterday,” the clergyman went on, “there was one tried at the Old Bailey, a Jew, named Moss, who was one of the most notorious receivers of stolen goods in London; though sus- pected by the, police he has always managed to escape detection, but now proofs are clear against him, and he is sentenced to twenty years’ trans- portation,” “ Je-ru-sa-lem !” said Barney, “ain't that ’ere a jolly lark? Old Moss got 20 penn’orth! They’ve cooked his goose pretty nicely, I think.” ‘You seem to rejoice over the news.” “ And go I do, and so would you, if you knew as much about him as I do.” * Ss ‘Oh, indeed! Ah, then, that accounts’ for it,” said the clergyman, with abland smile. “ But you should not rejoice over another's misfortune.” “ Shouldn’t I, and’ why not? Harn’t old Moss rejoiced hisself many a good year over the misfortin of others, eh ?”’ . “T’m sure I don’t know anything about it,” said the cleric. ase cent “Well, but then, you see, Z do,” Barney replied. “You know this old Moss?” “ Yes—that is——”’ “ You have had dealings with him ?” ‘“Yes—no—I mean that I know parties as jaré had dealin’s with him, that’s all.” ‘Oh, indeed ; not thieves, I hope ?” Ts it likely?” said Barney. ‘*Oh, not quite so bad as that.” “But still you know him by reputation?” “Yes, and a fine old rascal he was, and no mis- take. He made‘all his money by dealin’ in stolen goods,” : ** Horrible !” | | “No mistake ‘about it, They say he was worth £20,000.” “ And through robbery ?” “Yes, every penny. He had quite a school round him, but I suppose some of his clever lads must have rounded on him. Well, now he’s transported, I feels comfortable,’’ said Barney. The clergyman smiled as Barney went on dilating on the awful enormities and sin of the Jews gene- rally, but for some time he said nothing. At last Barney said, ** And bow did it all happen?” ‘They broke into his warehouse,” “* Wence’ is the right name for it,” “Well, ‘fence,’ then; and he called’ in’ the police to see if they could detect who the thieves were.”’ | ‘The worst thing he could a’done,”’ said Barney ; “the very worst. He might a’known as how the ‘beaks’ would discover more than he wanted ’em. Well, whoever heard o’ sich a lunatic—go and call in two ‘ bobbies’ to search a reg’lar ‘ fence,’ Well, such a cove as him deserves to get lagged.” ~ “ But I understand that none of his friends have been arrested as yet.” ‘As yet,” said Barney. ‘Why, what do you mean /—are they after any of them?” - “Why, yes; the police are after several fellows who have deposited stolen property with him.” ** Did you hear any of their names?” ‘Well, the newspapers say that the police have discovered so many valuable articles relating to certain celebrated robberies and murders of late, that they have no doubt but that the persons whom old Moss named to the police must have had some hand in all these affairs,” ~ cee “ Hang ‘old Moss for a thief,” said Barney, red in the face. “You seem displeased.” “No, I ain’t; but I should like to hear that he got scragged, for all that.” yr “You are very un-Christian in your feelings. “Christianity don’t extend to Jews,” said the Pug, red with rage; “and what were the names of the parties he informed on?” ; “Why, one goes by the name of Warner.” “ Warner, eh?” ' ‘‘Do you know him?” “Me! no; how should I know him? That's the same chap as they say is mixed up in old Ford’s murder at the Red House.” ‘JT believe it is. You seem to know all about it.” ‘No; only what I’ve heern,” said Barney. ‘“So they is arter Warner, eh,” he thought, “ and I hopes they may catch him, that’s all. They will be sure to drop on him one o’ these fine mornings, Any more?” : “Yes” said the clergyman; ‘there is another rascal they are looking after.” “ And what's his name ?” ‘¢ Barney, the Pug,’ they call him.’’ «“ You don’t mean that,” said the Pug, rising in bed ; “you don’t mean that ?” “Well, that is what the newspapers say of it. Do you know him ?”’ ~ “No; but I’ve seen him.” “You have met him out in sporting circles, I suppose ?” ‘© Vex, just so.” ‘‘Let mesee ; they have admitted you here under the name of James Tompson, stone-mason ?” “ Yes.” “But that isn't your sporting name; the name under which you have appeared in the prize ring?”’ ‘“QOh, no; when J appear in the ‘ magic circle,’”’ said Barney, “I goes under the name of ‘Young Ruffian, or the Terror of the Dials.’” . ‘A very pretty name, indeed,” said the clergy- man, smiling, “ Yes, ain’t it?” ‘(Quite classic.” “No mistake about it.” ‘ But you are quite sure that that is your name?” “Why, In course it is. Why?” ‘Because there is an advertisement which ap- — peared in this morning’s papers, advertising for a Mr. Barney, who was supposed to be ill in some hospital,” ‘“Gammon,” said the Pug, incredulously. ‘‘No; quite true, my friend. A reward of £50 is Offered to any one who can give his direction or any information concerning him.” ‘What a rare chance for somebody. I wish I knowed where he was, I’d earn the £50 like a shot. But what do they want him for?” ‘He has been left a large sum of money.” SWihat |i, 2 “That is what the advertisement says, at all events.” “‘All gammon, sir ; all gammon,” said Barney ; ‘it’s only a catch—a bit o’ cheese in the trap, that’s all. I suppose Mr. Barney has been up to some game or other, and the bobbies want him. That’s it, you may be sure. I’m up to their little games, long ago.” “ Oh, I suppose he is hiding somewhere,” said the clergyman, ‘ And I don’t blame him, either. Wouldn’t you?” I don’t think he'll be able to hide long, consi- dering that Gale, the detective, is after him.” “You don’t mean that.” ra ey ~ Eomichboo <SiGO)