sight of him he looked round, and catching the eye of a man who was
peering over the farmyard wall, made him a signal.

"What is the matter?" cried Robinson.

"George is going to Australia," replied Merton, coldly.

"Australia!" roared Robinson--"Australia! He's mad. Who ever goes
there unless they are forced? He shan't go there! I wouldn't go there
if my passage was paid, and a new suit of clothes given me, and the
governor's gig to take me ashore to a mansion provided for my
reception, fires lighted, beds aired and pipes laid across upon the
table."

As Robinson concluded this tirade the policeman and constable, who had
crept round the angle of the farm-house, came one on each side, put
each a hand on one of his elbows and--took him!

He looked first down at their hands in turn, then up at their faces in
turn, and when he saw the metropolitan's face a look of simple disgust
diffused itself over his whole countenance.

"Ugh!!! "interjected Robinson.

"Ay!" replied the policeman, while putting handcuffs on him. "To
Australia you'll go, for all that, Tom Lyon, alias Scott, alias
Robinson, and you'll have a new suit of clothes, mostly one color, and
voyage paid, and a large house ashore waiting for you; and the
governor's gig will come alongside for you, provided they can't find
the convicts' barge," and the official was pleased with himself and