bruiser! Lord Frederick was going to take on the ex-champion. Give
him one on the apron, Fred, and see what happens."

But the driver had already climbed back into his perch, laughing as
loudly as any of his companions.

"We'll let you off this time, Harrison," said he. "Are those your
sons down there?"

"This is my nephew, master."

"Here's a guinea for him! He shall never say I robbed him of his
uncle." And so, having turned the laugh in his favour by his merry
way of taking it, he cracked his whip, and away they flew to make
London under the five hours; while Jack Harrison, with his half-
fullered shoe in his hand, went whistling back to the forge.



CHAPTER II--THE WALKER OF CLIFFE ROYAL



So much for Champion Harrison! Now, I wish to say something more
about Boy Jim, not only because he was the comrade of my youth, but
because you will find as you go on that this book is his story
rather than mine, and that there came a time when his name and his
fame were in the mouths of all England. You will bear with me,
therefore, while I tell you of his character as it was in those
days, and especially of one very singular adventure which neither of