"Scotland," corrected Tam.
"But don't you think you're lucky?"
"Weel," said Tam, "I did until the morn, then I struck a verra bad patch."
"Bad luck," said the innocent and surprised Blackie, "I am sorry to hear that. What happened?"
"The big feller, the principal doctor," said Tam, "said I might smoke a wee seegair, and, believe me, Captain Blackie, sir-r, when I looked in ma pooch there wasna a single—"
Blackie took his cigar-case from his pocket, opened and extended it.
"Tam," he said, "you're nearly well."
THE END
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