CHAPTER XXI.--SEVEN BROKEN MEN. At last there was but one horseman in chase of the six men who were fleeing without a look behind them--a frenzied blackavised trooper on a short-legged garron he rode most clumsily, with arms that swung like wings from the shoulders, his boots keeping time to the canter with grotesque knockings against the gaunt and sweating flanks of his starven animal.

That fellow was not born yesterday. He is the cock of the walk here, said Peter; I shouldn't wonder if it is our old friend himself. Three more birds came in, and as each took up his roosting place, the old bird repeated his challenge by snapping his beak at them.

The first train over the bridge was driven by the Marchioness of Tweeddale, and the engine was No. 602 of the North British Railway Company.

Yesterday's hot weather saw bayside beaches and coastal resorts packed, with surf lifesavers reporting 45 rescues across the state.