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 'You hed a―why―brother once, didn't yer?'

'Yes, but thet was afore I was borned. He died, at least mother used ter say she didn't know if he was dead; but father says he's dead as fur's he' concerned.'

'And your father hed a brother, too. Did yer ever―why―hear of him?'

'Yes, I heard father talkin' about it onst to mother. I think father's brother got into some trouble over a squabble in a bar where a man was killed.'

'And was yer―why―father―why―fond of him?'

'I heard father say that he was wonst, but thet was all past.'

Tom smoked in silence for a while, and seemed to look at some dark clouds that were drifting along like a funeral out in the west. Presently he said half aloud something that sounded like 'All, all―why―past.'

'Eh?' said Isley.

'Oh, it's―why, why―nothin',' answered Tom, rousing himself. 'Is that a paper in yer father's coat-pocket, Isley?'

'Yes,' said the boy, taking it out.

Tom took the paper and stared hard at it for a moment or so.

'There's something about the new gold-fields there,' said Tom, putting his finger on a tailor's advertisement. I wish you'd―why―read it to me, Isley; I can't see the small print they uses nowadays.'

'No, thet's not it,' said the boy taking the paper, 'it's something about.'

'Isley!'