coachman impatient, and we were all preparing to get up, and the prisoners had come over with their keeper, — bringing with them that curious flavor of bread-poultice, baize, rope-yarn, and hearthstone, which attends the convict presence.

“Don't take it so much amiss, sir,” pleaded the keeper to the angry passenger; “I'll sit next you myself. I'll put 'em on the outside of the row. They won't interfere with you, sir. You needn't know they're there.”

“And don't blame me,” growled the convict I had recognized. “I don't want to go. I am quite ready to stay behind. As fur as I am concerned any one's welcome to my place.”

“Or mine,” said the other, gruffly.

“I wouldn't have incommoded none of you, if I'd had my way.”