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ROXY HASTINGS. 89 as this,” replied Hess. ‘It isn’t a pleasant subject for him, you know.” : “Course not. I didn’t think. I beg his pardon.” “All right,” said Lee. “Our keeper here has been very, very considerate and attentive, and he’ll see, when I’m gone, that I haven't for- gotten him.” Alf looked the picture of good nature and _ jollity now, and a man, who was not very sober himself, would readily have believed him to be a little mellow. The guards exchanged glances—the one looking exultant and the other a little cross. “You see, I’ve got a lot of the yellow boys left,” con- tinued Lee, suiting his language to his company, “and I’ve no way to send ’em home if I wanted to. Another thing is, [don’t wantto. Why? Youask why? ’Cause there’s plenty there. Don’t you see?” ‘‘Oh, yes, certainly.” “My friends would rather I’d make myself comfortable here, and reward a couple of good fellows, like you, who have stuck to me to the last, when they couldn’t do it. They’d rather than not, don’t you see 2” They saw. “ And they’re rich, of course, else they could not send me so much.” They saw that, too. “So, after filling his pockets pretty well,” nodding toward Hartley, “I shall have as much as four or five of them pieces,” showing a few double eagles, ‘‘for you, and for Mr. Shaw, t’other keeper, provided—” ‘‘Provided what?” asked Hart, very quickly. “Provided, you see, that I have everything I want up to the last, and all that.” “Oh! we'll see to that,” said Hart, looking greatly pleased. The covetous Hess, though also delighted, scowled at his companion and was dissatisfied that he should come in for a share of what he had done nothing to earn. But the seeming confusion of ideas in the prisoner’s mind, which his speech indicated, confirmec the impres- sion that he was under the influence of the liquor which he had drank. “Tell you what,” continued Alf, after they had eaten and drank a while longer, ‘‘I believe this whisky’s a little too strong for my head, and I think I’ll go to bed, if you'll Gomichoo “S (Ee) m-