wrong?"

"I should like to have one more go at old mother Moncrief's
pear-tree; that's all."

"There are no pears on it this season, you fool."

"I know. This is the last time we shall go this road, Cashy. Usen't
it to be a lark? Eh?"

"If you don't shut up, it won't be the last time; for you'll be
caught. Now for it."

Cashel had reached the outer wall, and he finished his sentence by
dropping from it to the common. Gully held his breath for some
moments after the noise made by his companion's striking the ground.
Then he demanded in a whisper whether all was right.

"Yes," returned Cashel, impatiently. "Drop as soft as you can."

Gully obeyed; and was so careful lest his descent should shake the
earth and awake the doctor, that his feet shrank from the
concussion. He alighted in a sitting posture, and remained there,
looking up at Cashel with a stunned expression.

"Crikey!" he ejaculated, presently. "That was a buster."

"Get up, I tell you," said Cashel. "I never saw such a jolly ass as
you are. Here, up with you! Have you got your wind back?"