though he was a big-bug round there. But that didn't make it easier for me.

Just then Robert Galletly came into the shop. He was rather quieter

than his brother, but the two were very much alike.

`Look here, Bob,' said Bill; `here's a chance for you

to get rid of your harness. Joe Wilson's going to take that buggy

Bob Galletly put his foot up on a saw-stool, took one hand out of his pockets,

rested his elbow on his knee and his chin on the palm of his hand,

and bunched up his big beard with his fingers, as he always did