words, that he was in a difficulty of some kind, Joe and Nelly started off in the direction from whence the sound came. They had not gone far before they espied our hero, and at sight of him Joe stood stock-still and held his sides. Not many yards away was Benny suspended by his nether garment to the branch of a tree, and striking out with his hands and feet like a huge octopus in a frantic and vain endeavour to recover a horizontal position.
He had gone out on this branch, which was not more than six feet from the ground, for some unknown purpose, and, missing his hold, he slipped, and would have fallen to the ground but for the friendly stump that held him suspended in mid-air.
"Joe! Oh, do come! Murder and turf! D'ye hear? What's yer larfin at? Are 'e moon-struck? Oh—h—!" he shrieked out at the top of his voice, still going through most unheard-of gymnastic exercises, and vainly trying to raise his head to the level of his heels.
To make the matter worse, a young gentleman passing at the time inquired of Benny, with a very grave face, "Whether his was a new method of learning to swim on dry land? If so, he thought he had got the action nearly perfect, the only thing required was to keep his head just a trifle higher."
By this time, however, Joe had come to his relief, and easily lifted him down without further mishap.
The young gentleman tried to poke some more fun at
