Hβ said nothing. "You could lump mc up into the eaddle, Connelly," Mister Joe auded. "And once , there I'd lay a wager to get any horse in old ' Ireland first home to the winning post, even j though I happened to be short -of a leg and jan arm and #n «ye." 1 "Bedad, an' it's meself would be either layia' that same," had been Connelly's an i ewer in a rash moment of eager excitement, j only remembering the real state of things i afterwards. It was the real state of things -which had brought them to the point where this yarn began. They had toeep in two or three engagements, and nothing hap- I pened. They were now encamped on a particular part of the veldt where nothing could happens This -was why Lieutenant Palmer had gob into a way of being peppery and uncertain, wearing to Connelly twenty times a day that he was heartily sick of ■everything. Ax, sundown Ban again marched mto hia master's tent, wito a wonderful bit o£ news to relate. "Bedod, &n Wre off," he announced gaily. "Orders just in, sorr. Duty wid large convoy goin" up counthry. tack kit bags, an' be ready insoide two hours." Lieutenant Palmer , ' looked unspeakably bored.
