the trees, but there it be."

So, Bellew sighed resignedly, and, perforce, climbed down into the road.

"What do I owe you?" he enquired.

"Owe me!" said the Waggoner, staring.

"For the ride, and the--er--very necessary exercise you afforded me."

"Lord!" cried the Waggoner with a sudden, great laugh, "you don't owe me
nothin' for that,--not nohow,--I owe you one for a knocking of me into
that ditch, back yonder, though, to be sure, I did give ye one or two
good 'uns, didn't I?"

"You certainly did!" answered Bellew smiling, and he held out his hand.

"Hey!--what be this?" cried the Waggoner, staring down at the bright
five-shilling piece in his palm.

"Well, I rather think it's five shillings," said Bellew. "It's big
enough, heaven knows. English money is all O.K., I suppose, but it's
confoundedly confusing, and rather heavy to drag around if you happen to
have enough of it--"

"Ah!" nodded the Waggoner, "but then nobody never _has_ enough of
it,--leastways, I never knowed nobody as had. Good-bye, sir! and
thankee, and--good luck!" saying which, the Waggoner chirrupped to his
horses, slipped the coin into his pocket, nodded, and the waggon creaked
and rumbled up the lane.