["DAZE ME!' SAID THE CONSTABLE. 'SURELY—AY, 'TIS THE MAYOR'"]
["THE WHOLE CONTENTS OF TEMPLETON'S EXPERIMENTAL TANK POURED DOWN"]
["THE LAD DASHED ITS HEAD FULL IN NOAKES'S FACE"]
["COVERED THEM WITH A DELUGE OF LIQUID MUD"]
THE SMOKE MACHINE
I
Bob Templeton tucked a leg under him on the parapet of the bridge on which he was sitting, and with a look of gloomy disgust spread a number of coins, the contents of his trouser pocket, on the weather-beaten stone.
"Eleven and ninepence," he said, dolefully. "That's all."
Tom Eves, who had been leaning his elbows on the bridge, and watching the roach darting among the weeds in the clear running stream below, straightened himself, smiled, and, diving a hand into his pocket, gave a comical glance at the coins it returned with, and said: