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ON PROVIDENCE AND THE FIEND. 173 respect. Besides, he felt that there was no need for both of them to swear. It would serve all practical purposes if one of them did it thoroughly; and his master, soon warming to his work, did it very thoroughly. Being a groom, Carson was something of a connoisseur in swearing, but now he felt that Mr. Charlton was doing the work in a conscientious manner, leaving nothing to be desired. ‘What's left for us, Carson? We must catch that train,”’ said Julian. “The only thing as I see,’’ said the man, ‘‘is the Grey- stone copses.’’ ‘‘Up with you,’’ said Julian, mounting to his place beside Bertha and taking the reins from her. The horse was showing a strong desire to reach the road by the shortest possible route, which was either through the locked gate or over it. The groom was compelled to go to his head and wheel him round. The man only succeeded by the exercise of great adroitness in regaining his seat behind, for Julian did not lose a second of time in sending the animal forward at a pace that made Bertha seem to be facing a hurricane. The gate at Greystone copses was a mile away. It was reached by a subsidiary avenue off the principal one. It so happened, however, that during Charlton’s absence of two years not more than a dozen people—nine of them poachers —had trodden this particular track. It was overgrown with weeds, so that it was with difficulty Julian was able to keep the dogcart off the borders. At places, too, the darkness made by the meeting of the branches above was overwhelming. Julian found that he remembered every turn and curve— of which there were many—along the course of the track. He had unlimited confidence in his own steering, and in the speed of the horse. He exchanged no word with Bertha, He was giving all his attention to the driving. (€() 3 | COMMICLOOOLES