"Pete Hillary, I make for you This lonesome, sorrowful complaint. Alive you wa'nt no use, 'tis truthful, And dead you prob'ly ain't.

"Pete Hillary, Pete Hillary, I don't know where you are. Here's luck to you, Pete Hillary, Beyond the harbour bar."

Just then Irish came running up the path, and climbed the ladder ondeck, and he cried:

"It's a warrant for ye, Kid I Run! 0h, wirra! What did ye do itfor?" He sometimes was distracted.

Sadler paid no attention. He only twanged his banjo, and sang casualpoetry, and Little Irish ran on: