And having now plenty of time for reflection, Herbert Murray sat with irons on his arms and legs, thinking dolefully over the past, and thinking whether, after all, honesty would not have proved the best policy.
CHAPTER CV.
A LAST VIEW OF MURRAY AND CHIVEY.
"Hurrah, dad!"
"Hurrah, my boy! Now, then, one and all. Hip, hip, hip——"
"Hurrah!"
The peal that burst from the throats of the reunited English party fairly astonished the assembled crowd of citizens who were flocking out of the hall of justice.
And then such a shaking of hands and kissing!
The latter form of insanity at length became infectious, and the two black imps Tinker and Bogey insisted on pressing a chaste salute on Mr. Mole's coy lips, to the intense amusement of the bystanders.
"Get out, you black devils!" exclaimed he.