“Done!” shouted the Major, and he dragged the fatalistic Cursty Sandboys with him, as he hobbled up the street.
CHAPTER THE LAST.
“Wi’ sic thoughts i’ my mind,
Time thro’ the warl may gae,
And find me still, in twenty years,
The same as I’m to-day:
’Tis friendship bears the sway,
And keeps friends i’ the e’e;
And gin I think I see thee still,