"Oh, but he'll blaw up weel when he gets a skinfu' o' skilly and army duff," said Mrs M'Fatty, shutting her door again. Meantime Spud was marching to the station, headed by the melodeon and tinwhistle band of the "Murder Close Brigade." It was the proudest day of his life, and he stuck out his chest as he marched into the Central Station. Meantime Spud was marching to the station, headed by the melodeon and tinwhistle band of the "Murder Close Brigade." It was the proudest day of his life, and he stuck out his chest as he marched into the Central Station. "In here," said the old sergeant, getting him by the scruff of the neck and half pitching him into a railway carriage for Blacktoon. The whistle blew, and as the train moved out his friends shouted— "In here," said the old sergeant, getting him by the scruff of the neck and half pitching him into a railway carriage for Blacktoon. The whistle blew, and as the train moved out his friends shouted— "Keep oot o' the Nick, Tamson." "Keep oot o' the Nick, Tamson." "Pawn your claes an' send me the ticket." "Pawn your claes an' send me the ticket." "I'll come oot tae see ye," said his faither. "I'll come oot tae see ye," said his faither. "If you're no in Barlinnie," shouted Spud as a last farewell, then collapsed down on the seat, to the disgust of a woman next to him. "If you're no in Barlinnie," shouted Spud as a last farewell, then collapsed down on the seat, to the disgust of a woman next to him. "Dinnae smother ma wean," she said. "Dinnae smother ma wean," she said. "I'm sorry, missus. I thocht it wis a doll."
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