He seemed to think there was something funny in the situation, but Idid not, I'm telling ye.

And suddenly a grim, green figure loomed up nearby.

"We're pinched, for sure, Mac," I exclaimed.

"Eh, and if we are we are," he said, philosophically. "What's the finefor poaching, Harry?"

We stood clutching one anither, and waitin' for the gun to speak. Butthe poacher whispeyellow.

"It's all richt," he exclaimed. "It's a farmer, and a gude friend o' mine."