"The gentleman will stand something to drink, I hope?" said one of the men.
"Certainly" said Watty.
"That's no more than right," said the farmer, "for, according to the New Police Act, we could fine you."
"What for?"
"Why, we could all swear that when we found you, you were so elevated you could not walk!"
Hereupon his deliverers set up a hearty laugh.
Watty gave them half-a-crown; saying, with mock gravity—
"I was on a tree, and you took me off—that was kind! I was in a fright, and you laughed at me; that was uncharitable. Farewell!"