the very middle of it. Then he ran on to another bend, and laid down his left brogue and went and hid himself.
When the farmer sees the first brogue, he says to himself, "That would be worth something if it had the fellow, but it is worth nothing by itself."
He goes on till he comes to the second brogue.
"What a fool I was," says he, "not to pick up the other! I'll go back for it."
So he tied the goat to a sapling in the hedge, and returned for the brogue. But Jack, who was behind a tree had it already on his foot, and when the man was beyond the bend he picked up the other and loosened the goat, and led him off through the wood.
Ochone! the poor man couldn't find the first brogue, and when he came back he couldn't find the second, nor neither his goat.
"Mile mollacht!" says he, "what will I do after promising Johanna to buy her a shawl. I must only go and drive another beast to the market unknownst. I'd never hear the last of it if Joan found out what a fool I made of myself."
The thieves were in great admiration at Jack, and wanted him to tell them how he had done the farmer, but he wouldn't tell them.
By-and-by, they see the poor man driving a fine fat wether the same way.
"Who'll steal that wether," says Jack, "before it's out of the wood, and no roughness used?"
"I couldn't," says one; and "I couldn't," says another.
"I'll try," says Jack. "Give me a good rope."
The poor farmer was jogging along and thinking of
