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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 2 241 i ee UU EU aE SE SIRE IEEE ESSERE [THE COUNTZSS OF DESBOROUOK ] ohays Its people will have to deal with, to-oight,” observed D.ck the Tramper. “ There cau't be a auspiciun of what's guing to take place: ‘oos there's only eight in the secret—and six on us is here.” “ Eight:” ejaculated the Kinchin-Grand. “Who's the other two 7” “ Why, the Gallows’ Widow and Carrotty Poll, to be sure,” replied the Tramper. “Oh! ah! I forgot the women,” said the Kin- chin-Grand, lighting his pipe. “ By the bye, Mr. Warren, you talked just now about fighting Old Nick: do you know that they say he has his booz- mgs here oace in every year—ai a precious set out it is too, by all accounts,” “ Why ! I'm blowed if you don’t balf believe it !” exclaimed the Magsman, who was likewise puffog a short clay filled with very strong tobacco. * No—I'll be hanged if I do,” answered the Kin- ohin-Grand: “vr else I wouldn't be hore to-night. 31 LL What I undertakes, I likes to go through with ; and as [ shouldn't go throuvh with this here affair sf 1 was afeard, [ shoulln’t have undertouk it in that case. But, I say, are we all armed as agreed apon the night afore last ?” “ A pair o’ pistols and a stout club for each in- diwidual ?” added Miles the Buzgioak. The responses were satisfactury on this head; and the men continued to chatter, smuke, and drink until the Magsman’s watch, being ovnsulied by means of placing the glowing bowl of his pipe near the dial so as to throw the light upon it, in- formed the company that it was verging rapidly upon twelve. . “Now, then, my lads,” exclaiined Joe Warren; “we must prepare for action, Pataway your pipes —take an ther swill at the bingo-flask—and follow The aight, as it deepened, had grown more gloomy and menacing: but still the storm with comicloooks. conn