"Miserable! I was once in a cage myself," said his chum.
"And what did they take you for?"
"Take me for?—for a 'lark.'"
"Pretty Dickey!"
"Yes, I assure you, it was all 'dickey' with me."
"And did you sing?"
"Didn't I? yes, i' faith I sang pretty small the next morning when they fined me, and let me out. An idea strikes me Suppose you climb up that post, and let out this poor bird, ey?"
"Excellent."
"And as you let him off, I'll let off my gun, and we'll see whether I can't 'bang' him in the race."
No sooner said than done: the post was quickly climbed—the door of the cage was thrown open, and the poor bird in an attempt at 'death or liberty,' met with the former.