Or slipping bilge showed where the planks leaked;
—Lent hand himself, till doubly hard the barge
Butted its nose in mud of the farther marge.
When Gurney leapt to shore, he found—dismay!
He had no tuppence—(Tuppence was to pay
To sulky Ferryman).—‘Naught have I,’ says he,
‘Naught but the gratitude of Tammas Lee
Given one hour.’—Sulky Charon grinned:
‘Done,’ said he, ‘done: I take it—all of it, mind.’
‘Done,’ cries Jan Gurney. Down the road he went,