'It'll brace him up.' 'And that reminds me,' observed the excellent Pitman, 'that I fear I displayed a most ungrateful temper.

I had no right, I see, to resent expressions, wounding as they were, which were in no sense directed.' 'That's all right,' cried Michael, getting on the cart.

'Not a word more, Pitman.

Very proper feeling on your part; no man of self-respect can stand by and hear his alias insulted.' The rain had now ceased, Michael was fairly sober, the body had been disposed of, and the friends were reconciled.

The return to the mews was therefore (in comparison with previous stages of the day's adventures) quite a holiday outing; and when they had returned the cart and walked forth again from the stable-yard, unchallenged, and even unsuspected, Pitman drew a deep breath of joy.