"There, Dick," said Murphy, "is the last of them," as he handed the little
man's shoes out of the window,--"and now, to save appearances, you must
take mine too--for I must be without boots as well as the rest in the
morning. What fun I shall have when the uproar begins--don't you envy me,
Dick? There, be off now: but hark 'e, notwithstanding you take away my
boots, you need not throw them into the horse-pond."

"'Faith, an' I will," said Dick, dragging them out of his hands; "'t would
not be honourable, if I didn't--I'd give two pair of boots for the fun
you'll have."

"Nonsense, Dick--Dick, I say--my boots!"

"Honour!" cried Dick, as he vanished round the corner.

"That devil will keep his word," muttered Murphy, as he closed the window
--"I may bid good bye to that pair of boots--bad luck to him!" And yet the
merry attorney could not help laughing at Dick making him a sufferer by
his own trick.

Dick _did_ keep his word; and after, with particular delight, sinking
Murphy's boots with the rest, he, as it was preconcerted, returned to the
cottage of Barny, and with his assistance drew the upset gig from the
ditch, and with a second set of harness, provided for the occasion, yoked
the servant's horse to the vehicle and drove home.

Murphy, meanwhile, was bent on more mischief at the inn; and lest the loss
of the boots and shoes might not be productive of sufficient impediment to
the movements of the enemy, he determined on venturing a step further. The